On being in On Anon


I spent this evening in London, had a fabulous time with old friends at On Anon, threw a philosophical grenade into the conversation, and left Geoff before he started spewing foamy pink everywhere. And I found that my yearning for London while up North was not nostalgia, nor a desire to be anywhere else. I just love London. It thrums beneath my feet when I walk its streets.


London. Maybe it’s time to call it home.


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