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Driving around North East London with the flatmate on Friday afternoon I saw a field, then I realised this was the first real life field I had seen since Christmas when I went up north. I haven't been outside the M25 since then, this is awful, I used to be a real country boy, living right on the edge of the Peak District, now, it would seem I'm quite the opposite, how about you? are you happier with fields and trees or Buildings and traffic?

― chris, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Fields, trees, streams, the sea. I lived slap-bang in the middle of Northampton for three years and made regular trips down to London. Now I'm living in Devon at the top of a cliff. I'm not going back.

― Nick Southall, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I've not been outside the M25 in much longer than that, and if I have my way I'll keep it that way. Buildings and traffic all the way!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, living in the glorious western edge of beautiful West London...we have the best of both worlds, lots of open green spaces and shops. This morning I went to Osterly Park, they have Cows grazing there and Horses. I dislike the really built up parts of London. I guess I'm just a suburbanite, oh well.

― jel --, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i grew up in the country, that's how come i never learned how to deal with people. now i live in a small town (by rest-of-the-world standards) which is like the worst of both worlds - enough people around to make me feel uncomfortable, but none of the bigdeal exciting shit that happens in big cities. yay dunedin!

― duane, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

in a month i am moving from big city (4million plus) back to town (80 thousand) and i am very happy - sydney is the shithole style forgot.

― Queen G, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

dunedin = palomar => duane = izzy

― mark s, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Izzy Stradlin! That's way cool!

― jel --, Sunday, 7 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Cities.

I grew up in suburbs on the edge of the Staffordshire/ Shropshire countryside. I spent a lot of time staring out of windows at distant lights and wishing I could fly and then dreaming I could fly. I moved into a city and the flying dreams and fantasies stopped.

― Anna, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

That's the saddest thing I've ever read.

― RickyT, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There is nothing sad about Izzy Stradlin! :)

― jel --, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Anna cannot fly. Flying dreams were meterly a metaphor for escape. She has escaped the countryside, hence flying dreams have stopped. Not sad. Happy ending. Yay.

I feel very, very nervous in the countryside.

― Pete, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I like my flying dreams.

― RickyT, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Anna cannot fly.

Hey! Who says?

― Anna, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If you're going to prove me wrong, I want to see an unassisted take off from the ground .I will not accept namby pamby "flying/plummetting from a great height".

― Pete, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I had great dreams where I could swim through the air. But as soon as I told someone of these reoccuring dreams - they stopped and I've never had one since. Quite frankly I think this is sadder than Annas tale and you should feel sorry for me as EVEN MY DREAMS RUN AWAY FROM ME!

― Sarah, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Okay. I lied Pete.

― Anna, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You think that's sad Sarah. I never dream.

Oh and Anna. I'm never going to trust you again (blah blah.....)

― Pete, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I used to have those kind of dreams Sarah, I dreamed I was filled with helium and would roll, bob and bounce across the ceiling of my room. It was great. Then I grew up and realised I was just lardy.

I love cities and I want to live in one (specifically London). My girlfriend hates them and doesn't (especially not London). This has caused half our rows so far this year and I hate it.

― Tom, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

did you ever live in Wood Green, Tom? I seem to remember you mentioning it on a previous thread. Back to topic. I grew up in north London, specifically the suburban no-man's land twixt Palmers Green and Edmonton. The most green I saw was that constrained by the wrought-iron or concrete fences of Grovelands, Arnos and Broomfield Parks. Thus even the Downs and leafy Stoke Bishop in Bristol, where I was a stoodie, seemed exotic and heavenly. But now I live in Oxford I feel I'm experiencing real countryside, it's such a small city there's no escaping it. Even the University Parks has a farm in it. Cows are grazed on Port and Christ Church Meadows. The flood plain of the Isis/Thames is just across the road from my house. From my office window I can see Harcourt Hill and I could see a whole range of (admittedly small) rural hills from my 6th floor window when I was in hospital last week. Oxford is the happy medium between town and country and that's why I love it so much.

― MarkH, Monday, 8 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

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