Diary of a Separation (London, a song-free city)
Saturday 25th August 2018
People don’t sing in London. I mean, spontaneous, on-the-spot singing. Yes, we have buskers and God-worshipping, corner-invading street preachers who break into religiously-driven ditties. But the art of humming a melody without caring what one’s voice will sound like is non-existent in such a big metropolis.