Standing on the left of the escalators, standing for hours by the wall-mounted tube map in a crowd and loudly mispronouncing the stops are all synonymous with American tourists in London. Odd then that on my recent trip around the US I found myself unwillingly falling for Americans
I’m finding it very hard to believe that this time five years ago I was sat by the side of an Australian motorway, racked with worry over a stranger’s text saying that London had been bombed
What is the collective noun for a group of teenage friends at the back of a bus? A cackle of passengers? A cru? A shriek? A lurch? A holler?
One Upper Street bar – whose manager was clearly fed up of dodging these blind, lurching things while popping out for a bunch of fair trade bananas – banned couples. And kissing.