My friend keeps repeating, “London is the capital of Europe.” Kids just graduating from Warsaw University, the “Harvard of Poland,” come for a few years and work at Starbucks to improve their English. They meet sexy Italians and French, drink at the pubs, do their thing. It’s like Barcelona, but in the language of Europe – English, with the money twist. Girls from Mexico City come to work on film trailers, Spaniards with university degrees pile into shared apartments, sell the fetish of the moment, Spanish hams. They are twenty-somethings, and their finishing school is the shoppe, the pub, the mall, the cinema, the loo, the lift. A lot of things still happen in real life, not on the Internet. That’s why London is a happening.
