I love London and I hate London. I popped to the capital to meet some friends yesterday, it was the first back there after not visiting for about six months. London always makes me try really hard to fit in, this entails not looking bright eyed at all the sites, at how busy everybody seems to be or how cool and organic their style is. Deep down I want to be one of them but can’t quite pull it off. Londoners are a different breed of people, they move faster and they don’t make apologies for who they are, and the city embraces that. All that hustle makes my blood pump faster. On the other hand I do not enjoy the pressure I feel when I am there, that if you are an underachiever the city will swallow you. I sat next to a lady with a Gucci handbag while she ate her sushi and I tucked into a bar of Tunnocks. I felt so out of place…but why really? A bar of chocolate caramel makes me so much happier than a Gucci bag. And a lot happier than sushi! I think that city would swallow me, I am not