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Brixton is where I chose to hang my hat in London. This reveals nothing special until I tell you that my image of England before coming here for the first time was one in which people were a bit uptight but generally good-humoured with a wonderful comprehension of satire, wearing brown corduroy and emanating that air of sophistication that used to be revered back in the colonies. It was further coloured by the fantasy of a fine pub-loving culture and fresh rain on ancient streets where the expectation that the Goodies could leap out at you from any corner dressed as nuns or amuse you with some comparable hilarity, was reasonable to entertain.

So you can imagine how my illusions were shattered when I first laid eyes on my new suburb.

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Since I’ve worked as a frontender/web dude in a few countries now in the last few years I thought I’d impart my, albeit limited, knowledge on the current state of the market for us webbies in the cities I know more or less something about. As you are probably aware, things are better in some places than in others and I’m not just talking about the remuneration: the cost of living and the environment are all factors that will determine where you end up.

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London is a city in which you see-saw between feelings of optimism and despair. Optimism flows from the endless source of ways to amuse yourself. If you have money or the will or both, the question of “What will we do tonight?” is one of the easiest to answer as there are cultural and social activities frothing from just about every orifice of the city’s concrete hide. However, despair lurks close by and will attack without notice causing you to forget all of this and drown yourself in a grey turmoil of bad weather, food and grim surroundings. A reliable way to shift from the former to the latter is through public transport.

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