Archway Tower, beacon of evil; Artscape A13; Atherton swimming pool; black bogies and premature asthma; bookshops on Charing Cross Road; Canary Wharf; Cockney neighbours; Columbia Road flower market; cutting through Old Compton Street; Dartford Bridge; Duckie; Eastenders; Exmouth Market; fake loft-style apartments that sell for £300,000; feeling like a tiny blood cell in a massive organism; Ironmonger Row Baths; Jai Krisna in Stroud Green Road; London City Airport; media wankers; mice on the tube tracks; out-of-towners afraid to drive/walk/breathe in the city; Park Road Lido and Tooting Bec Lido; people from every country in the world; places that don't exist anymore: the Stratford Ziggurat, the Marquee Club, the Clarendon Hotel in Hammersmith, the South Bank Shot Tower; Popcorn in the Park up by Ally Pally; running the gauntlet at Brixton station on your way to the Sewing Circle; selling stuff at Record and Tape Exchange when you're skint; telling homeless people to Get a fucking job; the A406, the A118, the A205; the Admiral Duncan; the Blackwall Tunnel; the bright neon Lucozade bottle on the ride home from Heathrow; the Coronet in Stratford; the crumbling Millennium Dome; the dead neon diving lady on the side of the derelict Hornsey Road Baths; the Diana and Dodi memorial at Harrods; the Hare and Tortoise noodle parlour at the Brunswick Centre; the Lush Hour at Liverpool Street Station, 11.20pm every Thursday - mind the puke splats! The Photographer's Gallery; the Porchester Centre steam rooms; the riverside walk from Tate Modern to the NFT and beyond; the Royal Festival Hall, the Queen Elizabeth Hall; the Theatre Royal in Stratford; the Underground map and the Travelcard; the Woolwich ferry; Time Out; Upstairs at the Garage; visiting a rich neighbourhood and openly sneering at its inhabitants; wall to wall yuppies almost everywhere you look; wallking the full length of Oxford Street two days before Xmas, then returning along the quiet backstreets; Wanstead Flats; watching junkies visit the needle exchange van as you sip hot chocolate at First Out; York Hall Baths. London is a good place, London is a terrible place.