Same. My working class Irish family that emigrated to London had exactly this expectation. Both my aunts and one uncle went to work at 14. My other uncle was bright and somehow managed to get a degree after national service. My parents got jobs at 18. They made it clear to us uni was not optional.

Maybe a stag beetle larva, if you get those where you are. They're huge and live in dead wood.

It's a great place for a relaxed drink just metres from all the crowds along the south bank. We'll really miss it.

First thing I will do if (hopefully when) I go back to Egypt is eat Kosheri. It is the food of kings and I can't understand why it hasn't taken on everywhere. We need Egyptian restaurants!

How about the Pyrotechnicists Arms in Nunhead?

That's exactly how mine are. Shimmering zig-zags of fluorescent pink, purple, green and bright white that slowly expand from a dark spot to the edge of my vision, and if it's a bad one, it repeats a few times before it's over.

Yay. See you in a couple of weeks.

And that's why you should stick to God's Own Country: South London along the Thameslink.