Right I hate London. Loads of reasons why.
First off, went there, went to get on a bus, asked how much, got the answer (whatever it was, can't remember), and like a normal person I went to pay with money.
Driver looked at me like I was an alien. "Can't pay with money." Felt like saying, "what am I supposed to pay with then, fresh air FFS" - but got told you have to have a bloody Oyster or something to get on a bus.
There is absolutely no way of knowing this unless you researched whether you can pay money on a bus in London or not beforehand, which is something you just wouldn't do.
So someone behind me pays with one of these cards so I can get on and I give him the money, although precisely why he wanted the money when in London it's apparently a bunch of useless metal I don't know. Anyway, get on, notice people looking at me like I'm stupid, ignore it, sit down.
Journey proceeds, few others make the same mistakes. Every single time the same reaction from the driver and passengers - one of stunned disbelief. I've came to the conclusion that the reason for those bloody cards might be a bit to do with convenience, a bit to do with drivers not carrying money (which makes sense as, in London, one in every two people are criminals, and those that aren't lack the imagination to be one) - no, it's basically so those living in the city can just laugh at the out of towners. That's it. Tits.
So meet someone in a pub near Kings Cross, order a drink.
"That's £7.80 mate."
"No, I said one pint."
"Yeah."
FFS. I can only imagine what they sell in Poundland in London. Half a pack of Tic Tacs, a thimble and a sock full of a tramp's piss probably. Was going to buy some pork scratchings, but didn't fancy finding out I'd have to mortgage my house to do so.
Done stuff in London, decided to walk to train station to go back to Liverpool which without any doubt resulted in me coming across the biggest bunch of tossers the world has ever known. You know in most cities were people have a bit of spatial awareness. Londoners don't. They just walk in a straight line and only a road stops them. I was carrying a laptop, ended up nearly having to use it as a shield to get through.
I always thought London was like the city everyone was trying to be as good as; that's why all other cities in the UK look the same and feel the same. But no. What it is, London is so bad that every other city is caught in the shat-tastic magnetic pull of its' gashness and are struggling for decency.
Got on the train after ducking about a thousand charity collectors ("all we're asking for is £3,000 a month - I mean come on, that's just a cup of coffee, isn't it, in London. Just your daily cup of coffee."). It starts. Air conditioner breaks. Hottest day of the year.
Someone next to me goes, "got to go back their again soon, love the city!"
Felt like smacking them.