Reading over some of my blog posts, I must admit I might have been a tad bit harsh on the English. For all their faults (and we all have them) there are several things that always make me proud to call London my new home. Or at least always help to put a big smile on my face.
1. The sheer variety of things to do. I grew up in a tiny town that didn’t even have a cinema, so coming to London, I was literally like a child in a candy store. From shopping through vintage markets in Camden and Brick Lane, going to museums and theatres, to all the specialized events that are always going on; its mind-boggling.
Sometimes it can seem overwhelming, like “I’m not taking advantage of living in such an amazing place and I’m not doing enough!”. But then I remind myself that I’m not leaving London anytime soon, so there will be plenty of opportunities to continue to explore all that London has to offer.
2. I love it how the english respond to even the slightest hint of sunshine. As soon as the clouds begin to part, tops are off, sunglasses are out and they’re all lying in Hyde Park in their bikinis. I understand it though, you’ve got to take it where you can get it, and we definitely don’t get much of it here.
What is really amusing about this is that, even though I haven’t even been here for a year, I’ve started doing it: “quick guys, let’s go sit on the grass, the suns out!” Completely ignoring the fact that it’s still only 7 degrees.

Man sunbathing in Green Park during his lunch break
3. Two words: English pubs. I absolutely love them. I love the look of them, I love the smell, I love the vibes. I even love the cranky old landlady that’s inevitably sitting behind the bar, paging through The Sun. (There always is one, and I thought it was just in EastEnders.)

A good old english pub!
While some of my friends are prancing off to Fabric or Ministry of Sound on a Saturday night, there’s nothing I love more than sitting in a dark pub, with the darts championship on in the background, pint in hand (no mojitos for me) and one or two good mates. If that makes me sound like a 50-year-old man, so be it.
4. The transport system. Yes, yes, I know, everyone moans about the tube delays/closures and the prices of train tickets etc, but trust me when I say you haven’t experienced anything. Public transport in South Africa consists of 26 people and at least seven live chickens squeezing into a 16 seater ‘bus’ that only runs twice a week. I wish I was joking.
5. My ultimate guilty pleasure: English reality TV. And I thought the Americans were bad. But there’s nothing better than a bit of English reality telly the morning after a few too many pints. Whether its ‘Take Me Out’ or ‘Undercover Boss’, to my embarrassment, I just can’t get enough.
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