If it's not the place of hackneyed pearly kings and queens any more (pun not intended but acknowledged) then what is it? Can it be found in the braying voices of upper-middle class financiers and P.R. reps who are doing a couple of years 'graft' in town before marrying someone wealthy enough to keep them in Hunter Wellies and au pairs with out lifting a finger for the next fifty years except to tilt the Gin bottle? Can it be found in mockney cackle of the middle class journos and ad men who went to public school but are desperate to be taken as a bit tasty by their legitimately working class colleagues who can barely contain their resentment. Is it in the myriad accents, dialects and languages spoken in the offices as the lights dim and when the last suited wage-slave has pushed through the door to make his way to a bar to self-medicate his anxiety disorder, his eye-twitch slowing the emptier his glass gets?
London. Can it ever, has it ever been defined?
Time up.
Inspiration: I'm in London.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.