Well to a hick Islander like me all London is the height of sophistication and glamour.
Cupcake shops and heart-throbs, that would be a good title for my proposed chick-lit extravaganza. And before you ask, that was a joke.
Hail, Spiro, my fellow insomniac. I used to go to bed around midnight and toss and turn till all hours, but now i trot off about 3 a.m. do a bit of mental writing and hey presto, it's the next morning. If I could only remember what I'd written I'd be the next , well, I was going to say Jilly Cooper but of course it would be nothing that light-weight. perhaps if you crossed her with Mrs Gaskell and threw in a bit of Terry Pratchett...