For the first time in forever—since I stopped considering myself mere passer by, and decided London was to be called home for the forceable— I've been OK with the swarms of tourists jostling around my hometown. Which is convenient, given that it's that time of year again: not only am I jetting off to explore another European gem every weekend (making me one of them, to someone far more busy and important than myself, no doubt!), but the city is also welcoming visitors by the crowdful, as the summer kicks in.
In fact, after I’m done sharing this, I’m writing to Boris to convince him that picnic-breaks should be made mandatory if Londoners are to be more civil to one another. Trust me, it’s science!
Could I please get one more of those?
As I said, as soon as I’m a little less tipsy (not sure whether I’m drunk on life of orange liquor, mind) I am putting pen to paper, and, err, tweeting BoJo about this important city initiative. Meanwhile, until he finds the time to address the issue, I suggest you too seek out the goodies your own city has to offer, before complaining about those who have traveled many a mile to enjoy every millimetre of it.
And may I suggest The Leading Hotels of The World as a great place to start.