London menPosted: February 28, 2011
Men in London, their pace is tight. They seldom wander empty handed; umbrellas, mobiles, newspapers occupy their fingertips. From a bump you get a nod, if you’re lucky a ‘pardon’. They quote you Blake, last night’s match, Financial Times and are only stopped by a signal failure or a pint. The best men in the world, if you ask me.