I am a Londoner who, when not feasting on any combination of tea, toast, avocados and gin, works in advertising. Bear with me though-I'm not the sycophantic egomaniac that this would normally suggest.

Life, for me, is all about the following-

Weekend walks along the canal with a coffee. Post-work runs in the rain. Going out on a Saturday night for no other purpose than to dance with a bottle of beer in my hand. Blues music. 50's and 60's soul. Proper rock and roll. Americana and bluegrass. Bruce fucking Springsteen. English made brogues. Taking photographs. Devouring books in a day. Driving a car with the roof down in the sunshine. Saying hello to every dog I ever meet. Beautiful food-but not meat (George Bernard Shaw- "Animals are my friends, and I don't eat my friends"). Laying in bed until 2pm on a Sunday listening to records, drinking coffee and ignoring the misery of London's weather. Impromptu weekends away. Well made suits. Morrissey's hair. The smell of fresh mint. The taste of fresh mint. And, last but not least, meeting people who want to experience it all with me.