After thirty years of waiting I have finally travelled on Crossrail
This week, a short but speedy and fulfilling journey across London. And while we’re at it: why does everybody hate us?
My timing is, as ever, impeccable. This week I am breaking my own self-imposed rule not to write too much or too frequently about London – a place in which, as internet commenters have been reminding me ever since I started contributing to Londonist a dozen or more years ago, not everybody actually lives1 – by writing a lengthy essay about my first journ…
