Ranty Ranty Rant

North London... Oh how easy it is to be sucked in to your bubble. With your plethora of girls who are just that little bit skinnier and richer than you, the history of cool bohemian writers and artists, and the crépe place on hampstead high street, you seem so innocent and enticing. But do not be fooled.

After nearly three years of living here I have come to the realization that all the girls at school, with their rich banker and lawyer parents and their fashionable clothes have nothing expected of them except to go to private school, have a short period of teenage rebelliousness during which they will drink a lot, experiment with drugs and talk about how they hate their parents, then get reasonably good marks at school, go off to university, drink some more, become a banker/lawyer, marry another banker/lawyer, and eventually settle down again in north london and squeeze out some kids... and the process repeats.

Fuck this.