|The Westway Sports Centre|
Writing this feature also opened up a bit of my community for me. It's been a long winter in England (I write that because I've noticed a lot of you are reading from other countries) and Christmas left me skint, so I hadn't been out much. My drug of choice is TV and it's lethal to me. Whole evenings can pass when I haven't thought about what else I could do with my life or how I could use that time to learn something. Unlike my living room, the local recreation centre was swarming with people. There were several six a side football matches going on outside, about the same number of tennis matches happening in the warm and who knows how many exercise classes taking place around the enormous space under the Westway (a kind of freeway for those of you reading from the US). It felt like a party was going on that I'd never previously been invited to. So that's where everyone was. So even though I wasn't getting paid, I saw a side of London I'd never seen before.