The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so at the end

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.