They look outside the windows of their apartment in town and realize they're not living in a terrace anymore. This is a room full of dreamers who like to go to London for a day.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Don't get me wrong - I love London, and still have an apartment there.
When I come to London now it's like being in L.A., because they know me like I'm at home.
I tell people I live in Harlesden in north-west London, and I can see them thinking, 'Why do you live there?'
I love going into the centre of London because people don't give a monkey's about you or who you are. You can be in a restaurant and no one notices you or if they do they won't show it.
The things that prey on my mind in London seem to disappear as soon as I find myself in a different environment. Survival mode kicks in.
You get people who come to London, sever links with where they come from, and then when they need people, there's nobody there. To feel like you can't go back home would be a horribly sad place to be, as is mistaking fame for genuine love and affection.
I never felt at home in London, because people were constantly telling me I didn't belong here, so after a while, you tend to believe that.
Living in London has become incredible. I suppose it's easy to love where you live if you love what you're doing. But this is not just a visit: it's my home.
When exploring London, you will come across lots of excitement by chance, so try to take everything in rather than just rushing around to all of the major tourist haunts.
There's a simple arithmetical logic at work. Build more unaffordable and not always architecturally sympathetic apartments, watch the rents rise, the tarts leave, the small shops, production offices and design studios close down, and hey presto, we have another fashionable London suburb indistinguishable from the rest.