I’ve lived in London, loved in London, suffered heartbreak in London and been a heartbreaker in London.
I have made some of the most memorable memories in London. There is nowhere quite like it in the Western world.
She’s big and loud and fun and small.
She’s a ball of energy; the most intimate of lovers when you need her to be, your very best friend when you want her to be.
She’s young at heart wrapped up in an old soul.
On the coldest of days, the warmest of nights, London comes alive, fills you up.
London is sharp and sweet, much like a dear old aunt, and your mum.
London is endless, her beats go on and on and sounds go farthest in the distance. Into the world’s end.
There is so much to see and do, whether you have lived here all your life or visit once a while, there aren’t enough hours in the day, or days in the week to do her justice, so she’ll keep you coming back for more- much like your greatest love.
London is the stuff of dreams and I want to share with you my London as I’ve come to know and still getting to know her…