The Thames Shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea...

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

London was so rich, and also so green, and somehow so detailed: full of stuff that had been made, and bought, and placed, and groomed, and shaped, and washed clean, and put on display as...

The return of the rain, beating out time on London’s rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens...

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte

When I am in London, all I do is mix with other people in the arts.

You don’t think you’re a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.

My cousins gay, he went to London only to find out that Big Ben was a clock.