Let’s try that again
A pre-requisite of having something interesting to say is having an enriched life, and I now live close enough to Central London that I might be able to commit some of my fleeting musings to paper in a readable form.
I never really understood the geographical structure of London. How much of it is actually a city? Isn’t the whole of the inside of the M25 just called London? And there seems to be a London Town, as well as the City of London, as well as all the other bits lying around consisting of Boroughs? I still don’t understand London.
Last Wednesday I was having dinner with a friend at a Korean restaurant called Koba in Fitzrovia, and she picked up on my continuing referral to places such as Soho and South Bank being in the “City”. Apparently most of what I thought was in the City is actually commonly referred to as “London Town”, and I still have no idea how much of Greater London is called “London Town” after half-heartedly researching it on Wikipedia. I suppose this is what makes chaps from the Country side (or anywhere outside of London, really) stand out at pubs, but luckily I found out how big the City of London is before someone told me in a pub and I yelled “one mile my arse”.
I suppose that’s what much of the content in this blog will be about for the months to follow: my lack of knowledge and understanding of the greatest City Town significant urban development in the world. But it’s okay, because most people in London have never seen a horse before.
