off to chase the bright lights of the big smoke

Well. The people I work for have been bought out and we’re all off to chase the bright lights of the big smoke. No more half-asleep, lazy strolls down the hill to work in the morning for me then. Oh no. Instead I’ll be merrily skipping down the hill to catch the 7.17am sharp to join countless thousands rejoice in the daily commute to London. Wicked.