Back in fucking ceardydd and hate it!!

I am back in cardiff now and hate it!! Well not entirely, it's just that i miss what london does for me. I see all my friends again and have a great time, go to the sort of places i want to go and just generally forget. Perhaps why i like it there better is once again the theory of escapism i find explains my situation.
I was standing outside the Godiva store on regeant street impatient and annoyed. It was hot and i was lugging around this bag i didn't need to have taken out in the first place. I was waiting for my friend A and his girlfriend E, who were doing some last minute shopping for A who had to be back in Lagos for work monday. The waiting gave me time to absorb the multi-cultural epicentre of Britain's people. Young and old, white and black, rich and poor didn't quite define this lot. It was beautiful to see all those people going about their daily business....work, shopping...more shoppers..and even more shoppers. The Nigerian old lady who struggled with her bags from M & S whilst struggling to rescue her wrapper. At least i assumed she was Nigerian going solely by her George top..although i understand Africa has so integrated; these definitions no longer matter. Of course there were the Hare Krishna group banging up and down the street looking stranger than ever more so for the enthusiastic caucasian members who looked out of place in the bhuddist-esque grabs of the group. Across the way were the group of goths who were off towards Oxford circus carrying placards that read "take a picture of us for 2pounds and help us get drunk". As appealing as the senario was and charitable i like to think i am, i didn't take up their offer but on the other hand looked away to the only other spot that i could legally ignore their beautiful strangeness...the window of the Godiva store. The lovely spread was making my mouth water and i stopped thinking about liquid for a moment simply to relish in the idea of which i would eat first if i had the opportunity. ..
One tends to forget when you live outside London that Britain is Multicultural and beautifully so. Why the silly Nationalist, racist and Media groups try to pull away from this i cannot understand. This image could have been from the 15th century save for the freedom and modernity...that is the price of colonialism and globalisation as it is known in modern day society. That day, the streets were full of Indians, Nigerians, pakistani's and even Americans...all ex- colonies of the ex greatest country on earth.
TIME magazine in the last couple of weeks has published stories on Russia and the G8, India and it's flourishing economy and China as it ascends to its place in the sun. The world order is changing no doubt, but how will this affect the lives of the people on the street like those on the sunny thursday in London?
P.s Eventually got the chocs in the end, couldnt help myself; afterall i had been standing there for long enough, how long could i endure for?