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ladymoonrayMy grandma was born in the East End, was fiercely proud of being a Londoner (and not altogether secretly felt rather superior to my 'country boy' grandad), and always loved going to London for whatever kind of occasion. We took her for a tourist bus ride for her eighty-fifth birthday, and it made her very happy.
London's always been my favourite city too. When I was a child/teenager, we had to 'dress up' to go into Town, which was usually for a show or some kind of event, or to a museum. I think the first time I was allowed to go to London without an adult was just after O-Levels; four of us from the boarding house went to see Tommy in the West End (and staggered out with our balance mechanisms completely fucked by the incredibly over-loud sound).
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