Londnr London

Come out of Chalk Farm's glossy burgundy-brown station and hang a right. If you are peckish, and thinking about picking up a guilty pizza at the local, you might be in for a surprise.

There is a shameless wistfulness that Londoners partake in when apart from their beloved city for an extended period of time. We tell ourselves that things will be different this time round. That we’ll muster up the enthusiasm to go to that bar in Shoreditch or that poetry reading in Peckham. We hold up that roller disco we snuck into, underage, in Vauxhall, as evidence that we’ve managed to do it before.