I’m relocating for work.
Not actually relocating, obviously. Just going ten minutes up the road for a different job, but in London terms that’s basically like moving to Africa.
This is slightly daunting because I’ll now have to negotiate the minefield that is deciding where to eat lunch in an entirely new area of the city, which, as everyone knows, is the most crucial part of every office worker’s day.
Alas, after two years working just off the Strand – land of the pre-theatre meal deal, posh hotels, lost tourists, Gordon’s Wine Bar, and the excellent sort of colleagues who adopt you an actual monkey as a leaving present – it’s time to move on to a new stomping ground between the hours of 9:30 and 6pm.
But in the meantime, here’s what I’ll miss about working in WC2N.
1. Fake Number 10
It’s Downing Street! It’s not Downing Street. It’s David Cameron’s gaff! It’s not David Cameron’s gaff. It’s Number 10! Ok, it is Number 10, but instead of politicians you just get the occasional news reporter pretending they’re at the real one. I KNOW, CRAZY.
2. The 3,456,936 branches of Pret within lunch-walking radius.
They say you’re never more than one meter away from your nearest Pret A Manger in London. Actually that might be mice. Or rats. Given the proximity of your friendly neighbourhood branch of Mutant Rodent Tesco, it could be either of those things. But look how many. LOOK:
3. Inconspicuous tourists
Lunchtimes just won’t be the same without a daily game of Dodge the Daytripper, coupled with a round of Stupid Things I Heard a Tourist Say in Covent Garden. Where is all the grass around here, anyway?
4. The wide assortment of local wildlife.
Ponies, ferrets, Olympic athletes, dogs, WC2N has them all. Although my new area of work does have men being walked like dogs, to be fair – so onwards and upwards ‘n’ all that.
5. Crossing the Impossible Road
With no less than four lanes of traffic, a weird cobbled path thing down the middle, and a pavement scattered with beady eyed, clipboard wielding charity workers, crossing this street is nothing less than a minefield. Think Krypton Factor, but with more Potsu noodles.
So see ya later, Covent Garden.
Aurevoir, excellent colleagues.
Gordon’s, Embankment Gardens and Bag Bike Man…you will remain in my thoughts.
Oh my god, I never knew that there was a imposter 10 Downing Street. How weird. I wonder if it was intentional that it looks so similar.
She Loves London says
I like to think that it was made to be a stunt double for the real Downing Street. Apparently you do get the odd journalist outside though…
I LOVE Gordons! Working down the road must have been dangerous (and unbelievably delightful) 🙂
She Loves London says
That it was, Elly. That it was. Especially on a Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday.