I love London. Yes it is mean, nasty, dirty, full of greedy, selfish people who make their living out of exploiting others, people who would step over you if you were lying injured in the street (this has happened to me), people who look right through you if you dare to smile at them at traffic lights or on the tube. It is also home to some of the most open hearted, creative, amazing, fascinating, friendly (insert positive adjective of your choice here) people I have ever met in my life, people who would cross the road to stand up for you and your friends in the face of downright violent and aggressive racial and homophobic abuse, even though they had never met you (also happened to me). That's the rather the point, I think. All human life is here. No, it doesn't have the Peak District (which I also love and where I have spent many happy days). However, I bet I would have found someone a bit more helpful in nasty, greedy London if my rim had split here rather than in Hope, where the local lbs couldn't be arsed to offer me any more than a snide comment about getting my just desserts for not keeping clean rims. (Split rim was nothing to do with that anyway).