Same story here. Except for me, it was in 1980s. I was in my late teens and early 20s, moved on my own as I come from a pleasant but sinfully boring little town where fuck-all happened. I was in a House share with 3 other young women.
Went clubbing in the West End - or a nearby club once a week, and went to wine bars and pubs a few nights week too. Stayed out til after closing time, and was up for work at 7am every day. STILL don't know how I did it!!! I did temp work for some really high end companies, some right in the middle of London, and. even in 1988 I was on £7.00-£8.00 pound an hour. As a PA.
I had about 8 friends down there. One was from Australia, one was from Nigeria, one from America. The others were from different parts of the UK. (2 originally from London.) We went to wine bars, pubs and clubs and theatres, and did some of 'the sights' too. Also went to a number of pop and rock concerts at Wembley. Including Whitney Houston, Madonna, and Prince.
I lived in west London, 10-12 minutes walk from the tube station. And I used to walk home from clubs and pubs at midnight, and one and two in the morning. Some of them in the area I lived, and some in the west end. It was really, really quite dangerous now and to be honest with you, I was followed home a number of times, and a few times I ended up jumping behind peoples hedges and hiding in alleyways to get away from men following me.
Went into Hippodrome and Stringfellows nightclubs quite often, and saw a number of famous people ... some very big at the time. I worked in a couple of record companies as a temp and saw many pop and rock stars... Some days I would walk alone (or with a few friends) for hours, all through the west end, through Soho, Shaftsbury Avenue, Tottenham Court Road, Oxford Street, Piccadilly, and all around the 'zone 1' area, just to breath in the amazing atmosphere...' And some days we would travel further out - to the east end, and the north and west, to explore that a bit too...
Used to go to Covent Garden, Camden, markets in the East End etc etc... And I went to Paris and Rome and Budapest and Marrakesh with a couple of friends I had down there. We all had a fantastic time, and I've got so many happy memories of it, and so many great photographs. It has SO much great atmosphere and magic and sparkle then. It's pretty much lost it now.
My rent at the time was £40 a week, 40 pounds! An identical house to the one I was renting a room in, (in the same road,) went for £1.7 million a few months back. It was an amazing 3 years. ❤