Gather round: we’re about to get right inside the minds of London’s twenty-something residents (I’m excited).
Why is there a man being led around on a lead in Farringdon? No one knows. And in an hour, no one will care.
When you work in the same place for a while, “regulars” crop up along your commute. They’re in the same place, at the same time every working day, and if a week or so passes and they’re not there, you start to wonder where they’ve gone. On my walk along the Strand every morning and […]