East ender

I've crossed Old Man Thames by foiling the border guards at Tower Bridge and have moved into my new flat in Shoreditch, East London. "Trendy Shoreditch" I say to everyone as if that was the full name, though I'm not sure if the trendiest have moved further afield to Dalston, London Fields or somewhere else. Still, there is an abundance of directional hair cuts, tragically hip clothes and 2kool4skool fashion victims who have obviously not seen Nathan Barley.

Yes, many of the folk are walking clichés, but I love living here, I must admit. There is art and creativity everywhere, some of it having been spray painted on my building in the week or so since I have moved in:




But in just this week, I have fallen in with a group of filmmakers (your ExPat's first long dormant love is filmmaking), have been introduced to a new writers' group and, well, drank a lot of tequila and ended up falling asleep with sombrero on (it ain't all arty-farty).