Sometimes you need to go somewhere that really suits your mood (well I do), and since there aren't many dark, damp caves in London, I headed for the scene of many past miseries, Liverpool Street Station. Liverpool Street is full of piled up Burger King wrappers, ugly shop signage and murderous one legged pigeons. It's my number one destination for misery. I sat on the concourse for a while, enjoying the filth and the bad temper and the smell of pasties. Then I walked up Bishopsgate, all stained and busy and full of old chewing gum, and across Spitalfields market to Brick Lane, and enjoyed the stalls selling single shoes and Happy Meal toys, the scent of tramp wee and sweat and Starbucks and rotting fruit and the varied tapestry of crazy people weaving up and down. I got stuck behind the bin lorry for a while, and that was particularly cathartically disgusting. After that, I sat down in a dusty doorway on Cheshire Street next to an abandoned can of Red Stripe and had a good cry while girls with severe haircuts and oversized white framed sunglasses wandered vaguely past.
In comforting London fashion everyone ignored me so when I got sick of sitting on the doorstep, I wandered off, still crying, down Sclater Street where the bike thieves hang out, then back onto Commercial Street and along Bishopsgate, where I walked along the raised row of shops by the station muttering to myself like a crazy and back into the station. I paid 30p to splash some water in my face in the Ladies, then promply wasted it by crying again on the Central Line platform watching the filthy mice scuttle around the tracks, and keeping going on the train all the way to Notting Hill Gate. Then I had to stop because it's nice round here and the pastel coloured stucco houses are not conducive to snotty wailing.
I'm ok really. Well all except my right shin where I fell into a train and I have a lump the size of an ostrich egg, and my left foot which I seem to be trying to flay down to the bone just by picking and worrying at it. I'm hopeful tomorrow will be a Regent's Park, Red Lion Street, St Christopher's Place kind of day, albeit spent in the Mothership of Tedium in the City.
Where's your favourite place to wallow, London or otherwise?