London, I Apologise: An Unexpected Romance with the Capital
For most of my adult life, in a way typical of those of us from the North, I have disdained London. Too big. Too busy. Too smug. Too… London. I’ve long maintained that its gravitational pull distorts the rest of the country, and that one’s quality of life improves in direct proportion to one’s distance from Zone 1. And yet — I am beginning to suspect that, deep down, behind my carefully-curated facade, I really rather like it. ...