I'm Becoming One Of Them It's not that I don't like London (I do a bit, it'll look lovely when it's finished), it's the people. The I'm-jogging-so-have-right-way people or the why-can't-you-walk-as-fast-as-I-can people, both of which seemingly have priority on the footpaths. There are people who go without a tie (fine) and those that wear a tie (fine) then there are those whose lives are so hectic and important that that they fully intend to wear a tie if only they could find time to tie it, so leave it draped idly around the neck. One or the other lads, doing neither just makes you look like a twat. I'm amazed at how much is done purely for effect; the scarf in the ubiquitous Chelsea Knot worn on its own with no coat, the trilby (not 1946 any more chaps), the garish lining to what can only be a bespoke suit (because no self-respecting tailor given the choice would pair grey pinstripe and cerise) and finally, brown shoes with a blue suit. I remember my old boss saying "London is a location, not a qualification". Come on guys, you're no more important or stylish than anyone else, you're just trying a lot harder and it shows. Let it go. Take some time to walk through the streets of Birmingham, Bristol, Manchester or Leeds, where it's refreshing not be barged out if the way or shouted at by a cyclist. It doesn't have to be this way and I'm hoping I get out of the place soon. I already feel I have more of a right to walk down the road than anyone else; it's the thin end of the wedge.