There are things you know when you’ve lived in London for a bit. Not just the obvious stuff like standing on the right, walking as fast as humanly possible at all times, or forming orderly queues everywhere (unless you’re at a bus stop or waiting for the tube; in which case please form a restless, passive aggressive crowd […]
It’s Park Weather, which means we must all go to the park and eventually freeze to death under a picnic blanket with a tube of Pringles for gloves.
And all over London, in fact. They’re not real, but they are confusing people a little bit anyway, which is good.