MOVE FASTER OR GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY...

I have been having a problem liking London for some time. Well ok, about nine years.
Ever since I spent a blissful year living in Italy I have been suffering from ‘the grass is greener syndrome’. In short I have not really stopped bitching about the weather, the coffee, the cost of things, the food, the ugliness, the public transport system, the socialising (ie alcoholism), the men etc etc etc.