Trips into Central London are best avoided for a variety of reasons. For one, the tourists: everywhere, cluttering up the pavements in their excitement, as I stride past, dour London expression firmly fixed in place. For another: pedicabs.
You know the ones. Bicycles, attached to a sort of tiny seated carriage, which in turn is often upholstered in gaudy pink velvet, adorned with fairy lights or simply bedecked with British flags. Oh, yes – and of course, there’s garish Europop blasting out of hidden speakers.
