Home?

This weekend I went back to my home town. I’ve lived in London for the past year and it’s a great place to be. Comparing London to my hometown would be similar to setting up a boxing bout between Mike Tyson and Cliff Richard. There’s only going to be one winner on paper.

Having said that, some people like Cliff Richard. Don’t ask me why- it’s almost certainly impossible to fathom- but they do. Similarly, I like my hometown. It’s the people there, mainly, but also the reassuring stability of the place; nothing really seems to change, and that’s nice.

I may be leaving London soon. Not back to my hometown, but certainly in its direction. I think I like the fact that nothing seems to change back home because I never seem to stay in the same place, mentally or physically, for more than a year at a time. It’s comforting to know that some things do.