Imagine the excitement of finding an actual hand written note on the District Line. What life affirming advice would be found within?
Stand by, London. Christmas is coming. Which means everyone in this city is about to lose their tiny little minds.
I went to Reykjavik in Iceland for a couple of days, and despite it being absolutely nothing like London, I decided to compare the two cities anyway.
Repeat after me: photos of women eating on the tube = bad. Photos of dogs on the tube = good.
Sometimes you have to leave a city to remember why you love it. Oh and having a chauffeur helps too.