I’m an unashamed, 100 per cent copper-bottomed Londoner. It’s the greatest city on the planet and I’m happy to fight anyone who disagrees. In fact, if there’s such a thing as reincarnation, I would like to come back as an Oyster card (well that, or Taron Egerton’s bath towel). Let others suck on their country pleasures, I have found my joy amid the skyscrapers.
Knowing how magnificent it is here, I’ve been shocked over the past couple of years to see friends leave this grimy paradise to “begin again” in the countryside. Now I’m not including everyone who ditched London for the muddy places.
