Three years it took me.
Three years to get round to seeing the view from Europe’s highest building, which is two years and 363 days longer than it took everyone in London to turn “getting taken up the Shard” into a phrase you can no longer say out loud without someone finishing the sentence with “WHEYYYYY”.
But last Thursday night, I made it. I went. I took myself.
Right.
To.
The.
Top.
(Well, almost.)