I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

feel you

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying