Back from the pub..

I have tried to write this entry seven times so far...
I'm a little drunk...
I'm tired...
I'm just alone...
I really wonder what is the point...
I get morbid when I drink, I did tonight, then I thought about a summer morning in London....
Last summer, early on a Sunday morning I got up and descided to go walking about central London. I walked from Waterloo station down to the tower bridge, back to Waterloo and then into Trafalger Square... all as before 10am. The world was quite, peaceful and clean... And that is what I think of when I'm down.
The warm sun shining on the Thames...
The bright white stone of Waterloo bridge...
The glass and steel of the city...
Why is it that the British cannot see all the good that this city holds?
Why is it that the people who have gone all over the world, left an impact that will probably never be removed underestimate what it is they have in their own backyard?
The think that makes most depressed about Britian is the British!!!
We have a great country, an accepting culture, when we want to be.....
I really dispair....
So what is the point??
I really don't know anymore.... except when the sun shines on a sunny summer sunday morning on the Thames...

I only hope this makes sense in the morning...