A citizen of the world.

So, I'm longer a citizen of London, it seems. I've been cast adrift into the Midlands, back to a remarkably provincial-feeling Coventry, a city merely 4% the size of our giant capital.

The air, though, is cleaner, the people a touch friendlier, and I don't have to get a train to get to the nearest thing. On the other hand, there's only one Starbucks and the jobs section of the local paper consists of 8 vacancies for paper boys. Not that I'm looking for a job at the moment - I'm currently running the gauntlet of university application, going for a masters at Coventry. I don't know whether the process is designedly infuriating, but whatever they're going for there they've hit the spot. Politics and academia have a goodly deal in common, and I wouldn't trust a professor to run the National Health Service either.

I did have a succession of terribly incisive and insightful posts planned, whereby I would artfully sum up my year in the most amusing way by looking at various aspects of the life I was leading down in London. I gave up on that because frankly I’m lazy.