CycleChat investigates...London

London - Yay or Nay?

  • Yay - a wonderful place full of I variably wonderful people.

    Votes: 33 43.4%
  • Nay - I'd rather smear myself with treacle and sit on an anthill that even say the "L" word.

    Votes: 43 56.6%

  • Total voters
    76
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classic33

Leg End Member
Just looked for this Croydon you mention and can not see it on my map of London? I am, of course, using the correct map that has a blue wiggly line at the bottom.
It's moved in frpm Surrey.
 

Joey Shabadoo

My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
In London, strange things happen. Flatsitting in Holland Park, the doorbell rang and I found myself talking to a beautiful black Belgian jazz singer who was looking for the owner (off on a round the world yacht race). We hit it off, went out, she took me to a club in a deserted warehouse in N London, then to a French private members club near Soho where I had Meguez sausages and a huge reefer before we ended the night snogging each other's faces off on a houseboat on the Thames.

I somehow think it could never have happened anywhere else but that London
 

slowmotion

Quite dreadful
Location
lost somewhere
In London, strange things happen. Flatsitting in Holland Park, the doorbell rang and I found myself talking to a beautiful black Belgian jazz singer who was looking for the owner (off on a round the world yacht race). We hit it off, went out, she took me to a club in a deserted warehouse in N London, then to a French private members club near Soho where I had Meguez sausages and a huge reefer before we ended the night snogging each other's faces off on a houseboat on the Thames.

I somehow think it could never have happened anywhere else but that London
Try Munich.
 
Location
Cheshire
In London, strange things happen. Flatsitting in Holland Park, the doorbell rang and I found myself talking to a beautiful black Belgian jazz singer who was looking for the owner (off on a round the world yacht race). We hit it off, went out, she took me to a club in a deserted warehouse in N London, then to a French private members club near Soho where I had Meguez sausages and a huge reefer before we ended the night snogging each other's faces off on a houseboat on the Thames.

I somehow think it could never have happened anywhere else but that London
I once went on a stag do to Manilla......
 
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