I don’t want to sound unpatriotic, but London is my favourite city. It may not be the most beautiful or picturesque, but that’s what I love about it. I love its well-worn, gritty, historic charm. I love it that for a large portion of the year it’s coat weather. I love that there’s a welcoming, cosy pub on almost every corner to duck in to for a hearty ale when it’s cold and dreary outside. But most of all, I love it that my big brothers live there, so I have a perfectly good reason to go back time and time again.