Dating a Londoner who lives on the other side of the city can feel an awful lot like Romeo and Juliet sometimes. Two households, both alike in dignity, where the Central Line makes civil hands unclean.
Anyone who has dated across the divide will have their many hours of commuting committed to memory: long rides on the Tube, bus naps, missed stops, first and last services, the laziness-induced Uber that cost over £40.
