Earlier this week, as I headed home on the Thames Clipper, marvelling at the beautiful city I live in, I had a realisation. I've finally worked out why I know I'll never live in North London. Why that part of the city will never feel like home. It's because North Londoners have no concept of... Continue Reading →
It strikes me that my little Osprey Bug is like an urban survival kit. For a standard day in London I may at some point require the following:Purse (containing mostly receipts)Oyster card in nifty tube map walletT-Mobile G1 plus USB cable, for emergency at-work chargingKeys (complete with Bettina Liano keyring from Star)Work ID pass (complete... Continue Reading →