In a bar in Islington, North London:

Her: “So where in London do you live?”
Me: “I don’t live in London.”
Her: (Blank stare)

I did have an excellent weekend in our capital city, but would like to point out that even if it’s described on the menu as “Steak Sandwich, served in a toasted Portugese roll with light salad and french fries” instead of just “Burger and chips”, it still shouldn’t cost £8.50.

Oh, and any city where an £8 haircut is cheap enough to shout about is frankly insane. I remember paying £1.70 for mine when I was at college. Oh no, I’m turning into an old man, and rambling about how cheap things were when I was a lad. Erk.

Still, I suppose London wages would compensate for London prices to some extent. Perhaps I’m doing it the wrong way around – I should earn my salary in London, and then spend my weekends in the impoverished North, home of chips and gravy, and beer that costs less than £2 a pint…

I’ve been writing about my recent cultural habits, but haven’t finished yet. I’ve been doing lots of reading, taken in a few films, have been glued to the new series of Dr Who, and will discuss all of these and more here soon.

I also updated About Me, in case anyone doesn’t know who I am.