I recently got back from a trip to Japan. And over the 11 days I was there, I realised that most Japanese cities I went to have their shit together in a way that London categorically does not. So here are the ways in which London could, quite frankly, try a lot harder.
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.
Last week I went to see Daughter at the Kentish Town Forum. They’re a band fronted by Elena Tonra, whose voice is the aural equivalent of securing a free seat on the tube during rush hour when you’re a bit hungover. Yep: she’s that good. I did my usual thing of buying two tickets without checking if anyone wanted […]