It’s hot, it’s sweaty and it’s taking over the country. What is it about the place that draws so many to it? You end up with black snot if you walk its streets. I don’t actually think it’s that more expensive to live in (other than rent and house prices), a meal out costs about the same as it does in most places in the UK. It’s noisy and set to get worst — my local council has just proudly announced it has taken over local licensing so that means London will now be potentially exposed to round the clock bar opening and the resultant noise nuisance.

But I still enjoy coming here. There’s still an electricity to walking the streets, the thought that anything might happen, which it almost certainly won’t in sleepy Lancaster unless you do it yourself, which I’m these days unlikely to do.

London. There’s no escaping.

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