It’s been 15 years since I was last in London. But here I am, sitting on a bench alongside the Thames with Big Ben, Big Ferris Wheel, and Waterloo Bridge to my right, the National Theatre directly across from me.
(The Missus and I saw Anthony Hopkins there in Pravda in – when? – 1985.)
Anyway, we’re back, this time on very different business than before. Throughout the ’80s, the Missus would come here to check out the fabric shows for the shoe clients she did trend forecasting and product development for.
Eventually, though, we shifted to Paris for the fabric shows, largely because it was just more pleasant to be there.
There’s a coarseness to London that’s only gotten worse over the years. We saw it tonight in the young men and women who populate the West End every day.
The great Dr. Johnson said, “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
Maybe. But back in London after 15 years, I could get tired of this place pretty quick.