My cousin cranes her neck round from the front of her daughter’s jeep to ask me a question. ‘D’you think you’ll stay, then?’ she asks. She means in That London.
We’re on our way back from a funeral in our home town in West Yorkshire and the conversation has turned a bit philosophical. ‘Yes, Pauline,’ I deadpan. ‘I have been there 20-odd years.’ She shrugs in a way that suggests I'll change my mind.
Look, I married one Londoner and spawned another. I live in Zone 6 and have an opinion on the Ulez. But… I do spend quite a lot of time online, furtively looking
