WHY HAS HE BROUGHT THIS PIG INTO OUR BOOKSHOP?

Reflections On Walking In London By A London-Avoiding Bumpkin

I had been living in London for five minutes, maybe less, before I got robbed by a Londoner for the first time. While I was unloading the van, a junior estate agent - a short rhinestone-eyed youth of 19ish who fit the description “wide boy” to a such an extent it verged on the cartoonish - “counted” and surreptitiously pocketed a chunk of the deposit fo…