I’ve left wet patches all over London. Outside Wicked in the West End, in a Greggs at London Bridge, and on practically every single Tube line.
Despite having only lived in the city for three years, I think I’ve easily shed enough tears to water at least Brockwell Park, if not Tooting Common too.
And I’m not alone. Seeing a fellow Londoner cry in public is not shocking whatsoever.
In fact, seeing anyone...


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