I’ve always had a soft spot for the UK.
The Beatles’ HELP! album was one of the first CDs in my now long-gone collection. I massively crushed on my high school English teacher. Britpop added a plethora of vintage Adidas jackets to my wardrobe. Amy Winehouse, Duffy, and James Morrison carried the heartbreak, while Arctic Monkeys and The Kooks scored the love stories of my twenties.
So, it’s not a complete surprise that I ended up here, albeit temporarily, chasing the wet pavements of London on a dreary Sunday afternoon.
For the next couple of weeks, I’m a Londoner, baby.
