Oliver Bad Luck in..We Fell In Love In London
Right, so London. My parents dragged me here, of course. "Culture, Oliver, you need culture!" Blah, blah, blah. Honestly I figured it'd be all grey and dull, like some of those old documentaries Dad watches. But I gotta admit, even I, that I practically scream "I'm too cool for this," found a few things that weren't a complete waste of my time. First off, the train ride was agony. Two hours stuck in a carriage with my parents gibbering about Buckingham Palace and the Tower of London. I just wanted to plug in my headphones and vibe to cool songs, but no, "family time" or whatever. I know this sounds so depressive, but don't worry, I'm not that kind of guy. When we finally rolled into Euston, I was half asleep and fully annoyed. But then, stepping out of the tube station in Denmark Hill... okay, fine, it was actually kind of wild. All those flashing lights, the massive screens, the sheer number of people all rushing around like headless...