Message to London from Tofu
24.02.08 by Buffalo Bill
It’s been less than a year since I’ve last been in London, but to me, it feels like forever. Never before in my life have I met such great people and enjoyed such a great messenger scene as in London. However, in my years in London I have seen a lot of apathy, specifically in reference to the greater international messenger community. Having attended the NY CMWC from London (14 messengers), the ECMCs Basel (11 or so messengers), and the CMWCs Dublin (ok, more messengers, but really, it’s only a few hours away, there should have been 100+), London doesn’t really represent outside the M25. It seems to me, in the international messenger community, “London’s Calling” aside, no one really mentions London, especially not in the context of the amazing city and messenger community that it is.
I have been a messenger for 6 years now, non-stop, and realize how shit it can be and how poor it can make us. The other side of the coin; make it to a messenger event, and the key to the city is yours. Messengers take care of each other, and that feeling of camaraderie, even as you’re falling asleep on some damp floor of some squat in some city you couldn’t find on a map, makes up for every asshole cabbie, blind bus driver, stupid pedestrian, rude receptionist, idiot security guard and the worst days of weather thrown at us; for you are in the home of a fellow messenger. Knowing that we are all related through this, and we can all enjoy the job (for better or for worse) makes doing what we do what we do.
London messengers make more money than any other couriers in the world; trust me on this. I know work has been slow, as it has been slow worldwide according to my sources, but skip a few nights at the pub, and there’s twenty quid in your pocket. Do it for a few months, putting a slice of your cheque in an envelope, and there you have it, a plane ticket. Now as insignificant as a CMWC may seem in the greater scheme of things, it is our living history, and being apart of a CMWC enshrines you in that history, our history. Consider yourself paged: Toronto Calling!