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Everything about Brockwell Lido.

The magical open spaces of Brockwell Park and Clap’ham Common.

Procrastinating the entire summer away at The Oval.

Early Saturday morning starts, rolling out with the Dulwich Paragon.

Monthly conversations with Keef, the finest window cleaner in South London.

The bicycling community at Herne Hill velodrome.

The beauty of the inner architecture.

Bob’s Bikes, SE17 - the best bike mechanic in London.

The majestic splendour of Lord’s.

Climbing College Road on my way up towards Crystal Palace, or climbing Chalk Farm Road on my way up towards Hampstead Heath - a London bicyclist’s rites of passage.

The Secret Garden at Brockwell Park - *shhh*

Being able to find people, just like you, in such a large city.

Tuttle.

The smell of lavenders around SW8, radiating from Vauxhall Park.

99p shops.

Being able to find whatever you want from around the world, all within a three-mile radius.

Crossing the Thames, South to North, or North to South - always a pleasure.

Afternoon tea at Chumleigh Gardens.

Drunken Brixton nights out at High Does It Feel.

The intimacy and warmth of Shakespeare’s Globe.

The secret tunnels, rivers and societies.

The finest French stick and olive bread in South London, all baked right on my SW8 doorstep at Di Lietos, South Island Place.

Riding the escalator at Angel tube.

Bonkers Brixton Windmill.

Performing my own personal time trial, cycling down The Mall.

The challenge of the weekly WWSI photo shoot [R.I.P]

Curry Club at the Crown & Sceptre, Streatham South Circular.

My man Goran, the SW8 handyman whose business card informs me that he has ‘a licence to drill.’ Better believe it.

Buying up half the hardware on sale along Tottenham Court Road.

The patient manner of Rabia, my lovely dentist for the past fifteen years: “I know you’re not a very good patient, and so I’m going to knock you out and put you right under for the rest of the afternoon.”

The veggie buffet currie at Chapel Street Market, Islington, and confusing Eat As Much As You Like with Eat As Much As You Can.

Humming Waterloo Sunset in my head, each time I cycle between the Imax and Aldwych.

The view from the top tier of the member’s Pavilion at The Oval. The panoramic of the city stretches from Battersea across to St Paul’s.

The bonkers bicycling jumble sales held at Herne Hill Velodrome.

The Greenwich foor tunnel.

The view of the four towering chimney’s of Battersea.

Vauxhall City Farm.

The run of charity shops in Clap’ham from KFC down to Blockbusters.

Living in Little Porto, and partying with the crazy locals every two years when their team does rather well at a major football competition.

South London sun tans.

Sitting at the front and driving the DLR.

Living within walking distance of Brixton Academy, and feeling smug at having out-touted a tout, buying up a ticket for a fiver once the band are on stage.

The smell of the Thames.