We may be a lovely and varied bunch, but there are some things all Londoners can relate to…
A: I’d question my friendship with anyone who ate at an Angus Steakhouse
C: I rely on City Mapper more often than I like to admit.
D: I actually can’t stand dogs on the tube.
F: The day I saw a Freakshake, I took a picture implying I ate it. I didn’t.
G: I’ll moan about the gentrification of London… with a Pret coffee in hand.
H: I still have the plastic bag from Harrods from the one time I bought a jar of sweets. 2 years ago.
I: I pretend to hate Infernos, its sticky carpeted floor and cheesy music. But I can’t wait for my next night there.
K: I frequently ogle and price up flats in Knightsbridge, just to make myself cry.
L: The temptation to fuck the system and stand on the left is sometimes extremely strong.
M: I quite like the smell that breezes outside of M&M world.
N: I’m still yet to use the Night Tube.
O: The shopping on Oxford Street is actually pretty damn good.
P: I don’t understand or partake in London postcode patriotism.
Q: Anything advertised as ‘quintessentially British’ sends shivers down my spine.
R: I’m waiting for a member of the royal family to get naked in public… again. But this time outside of Buckingham Palace. And when I say member, I mean Harry. Harry’s member.
S: I’ll never ever ooze enough effortless cool to feel totally comfortable in Shoreditch. Even in my Yeezys.
T: I’d actually love to spend a day being a tourist in London.
U: I over-share with my Uber drivers on a frequent basis.
V: I say I’m a vegan… but I’m not on Fridays
W: Leave the slow walkers be! Unless they’re in my way, that is…
X: “I’m staying in tonight. 100%”. 3 hours later I’m fucked in XOYO.
Y: Yesterday was the day my Oyster card ran out, but I’ll go straight to the barriers just in case there’s money on it… there isn’t.
Z: I don’t know where Zone 4 begins, because I’ve never been there.