I arrived in London on August 31, 2012, at the tender age of 24.
I promptly spent the night with an almost-complete stranger, marking my first real mistake in this city.
Almost a year on and I’ve learned so much. Or, at least I like to think I have.
Entertainment or history. Style or sex. Whatever you come to London for, it’s usually because you love the city. And when you do, it loves you back. Or you hope so, anyway.
Maybe someone out there is reading this. Maybe it’s just being sent out into thin air.
Either way, join me as I try and navigate the tricky search for the perfect love with the search for the perfect career, against the urban backdrop of merry old London.