When I have to work in London, I always remember how much I dislike doing so – but also how much fun I can have at the same time.

Currently one of my favourite pastimes is being nice to people, or just talking to them. It seems to shock so many Londoners when it happens to them – and as such is of course very funny.

Just in the last couple of days, I’ve talked to complete strangers in the lifts at the office, (being up on the 14th floor, I really can’t be arsed to use the stairs!) given directions to confused-looking people at Waterloo, and just saying hello etc. to people in the local shop. (In fairness they’re getting used to me, and are far less phased by the entire thing of being talked to)

It’s just something I find fun to do. And it takes a fair amount of skill to be malicious by being civil or helpful to people. Which is why I do it.