London was always a place to wander around. You were never alone there, and yet, in another way, you were always alone. London was both welcoming and completely uncaring. Most of all, though, it was danger. Sparkling, dirty danger. Perhaps that was why I was drawn to it. It was history beneath your feet, with a backdrop laid right out for you by generations of the greatest set designers. It was yours, to do whatever you could with. (Which, admittedly, in most cases, was nothing. But still, the chance was there.)