The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

English people...
Well they are a fake stereotype: tall, pale, perhaps fair-hired and freckled.Everyone tends to imagine them so, especially at first.
And Great Britain, what a great Country it really is!It boasts a millenary tradition of civilisation and nobleness made up by many people who fought and died for it, a Country blossomed and grown equally up to insights, abominable intrigues,far-sighted compromising and world-wide domination.
For those who, like me, are studying Law and Society, Great Britain is the Mother Country of fair-minded rights, even when it keeps on standing illogic realities, whether they might be the North Irish Question or Lords Chamber anachronistic privileges.
Then this Country is my generation's icon as well, since all trends come from London these days, there is where it's decided what's in and what's out: it will pass, this London Power which is so influent right now, cos everything must pass, it's in the same essential meaning of changeability which lies evolution and so creativity cannot stay struck forever in the same horizon for how wide it might be.Sometimes every mutation, included a fake one gives you the impression that all went better out just for it,while often, I am sure, we simply wouldn't admit that there are some problems we can't find any solution for, and that they stay eternally untouched behind every new name we choose for them, there, scaring, to make all our pride sway along.
Facing that danger brought up by a conscious refection, it may happen that human beings prefer let themselves enjoy going wild with any new thing, and no matter if that's nothing new, but only an old trick with a different name... sometimes everyone recognizes when it's useful to be superficial.

Well, anyway English people are absolutely proud to be so,they are great masters of self-celebration and ready to tell out constantly about their roots.They like any cultural melting, till they can control the proportion of it, till they can still fiercely point out their main background and name their side, their Land, their soul be "this OR that", and never "this AND that". Every Briton is first of all English, or Irish, or Welsh, or Scottish. Don't get me wrong, I hate every narrow-minded form of nationalism, but I still rate high those who feels grateful to the Land which has made them growin, before starting to think that all goodness stays abroad from it, like many Italians do. Be sure that no Englishmen would try to imitate any American style,aware that no Americans could imitate them, not even trying harder and harder for it.
We could adfirm that Britons are a bit snob, that's for sure, but their home holds a rare charming quality which enraptures the demanding observer.
And London.. oh my oh my.. London.... That's the most wonderful town ever, particularly during March, certainly during the first March I was there, in 1995: it was immense, but like a million towns put together, you were turning a corner and everything would have changed under your same eyes, the colors of the roads,of the shops, even those on the people's face and constantly that one of the sky, while you still aware of where you are, even wondering a bit about it after all, while wondering about who you are as well in that whirling wriggling noise spread in London's avenues like it cannot be any fixed reference to anything down there. Yeah, London is this foolish Town which like a cameleon under a jagged cloudy sky takes its place similarly to an attractive vamp who knows where let you address your eyes, depending on your age and (obviously) depending on the money you can give to her.
So there you can step in tiny markets open air, or pass an entire day within a massive superstore,finally running out to look at the thousands record shops with no names to tell people in the roads they exist,but universally known by everyone; you can exit in the afternoon to get to the hairdresser, and without exiting from that place, enjoying a coffee cup and wait till a dancing night start, since after seven pm the entire staff who was previously painting your hair of pink becomes djs, dancers, musicians and they use the down floor of the hairsaloon like a discoteque. No look looks strange in London:paradoxally the more you are eccentric, the more you pass unobserved in the stating of your ego.Okay, maybe this is true only in the coolest places cos beside them, in London like everywhere else, people dress like they can or they can afford to.
That March when I was staying in London so, with my friends we were looking exactly like typical Italians hangin out in Camden Town: we were like cloning every single outfit style we were seeing around us, and trying to avoid to tell ourselves that we were simply more than kitch making it,just for gaining their approval,"their" from the Londinians of course. At least they were considering us ready to get part of the melting pot, then if they were happy or just having their kicking fun about it, well that still a mystery I will never get rid off.

The first year of University is actually pretty "soft",in case you have got a decent skill at it: you can then stay months without making too many efforts,and anyway feel confident you are not wasting time.If you overvalue your above mentioned skills, well you're in trouble: but out from not so sincere humility, that was not my case at all.