New Blood Entry — Matthew Young

The City?

The city is… home. It's a place to live. It's buildings. Lots and lots of buildings. Er… you know… infrastructure, skyscrapers, that sort of thing.

The city is… colourful. It's vibrant, it's lively. There's always a lot going on. It's impressive architecture. It's not so impressive architecture.

It's pigeons! The city is full of roads… networks… junctions. Bloody traffic jams.

It's like… you know… that awkward shuffle at busy zebra crossings. It's loads of umbrellas poppin' open, the second that it starts to rain.

The city is, full of acronyms, everywhere you look. It's logos and brands, left right and centre.

It's cathedrals. It's mosques. It's bingo halls!

The city is landmarks. It's landmarks in the shape of vegetables.

It's supermarkets. Oh! And stock markets. It's nothing but bankers, accountants and businessmen.

The city is full of ridiculous one way traffic systems. It's fighting for parking spaces. It's parking spaces that are always, a little bit too narrow.

It's tryin' to avoid anyone that's holdin' a clipboard.

It's that sarcastic cheer that goes up when someone drops a glass in the pub. It's that horrible screeching sound that buses make when they brake.

It's the same shops everywhere you go. It's about five Gregg's per square mile. It's a new coffee shop every time you turn down the street.

It's mindless graffiti. It's not so mindless graffiti.

The city is… trams. Tramps. The city is… "Big Issue Please!"

It's litter, everywhere. It's full. Of bloody. Pigeons. It's smokers in doorways. It's pollution in the air. The city is… grey.

The city is not what it used to be.