Forget the prayers and forget the love. In London town you eat, you pay but above all, you live. Enjoy the finer foods in life but only from the reduced refrigerator. Spend on life's essentials - red wine, designer coffee, eggs benedict and add a cheeky splurge at the Selfridges beauty hall. Forgo TFL's extortionate fares by never touching in on a bendy (or at Finsbury Park - shudder) and you'll soon find you've enough for the gas, the electric, the council tax and shouting a tramp a strawberry frappuccino.
From the North's cutting edge of cool, Camden, to the South's cafe culture capital of Clapham, separated only by a body of water that is suspiciously more murky than the Eastender's credits would have us believe, our ambassador for SW - Swoon and our delegate for N1 - N1ce, take you on a London bus ride of taste the difference dreams and overdrawn aspirations. Two correspondents both alike in lack of dignity in the dirty bitch that is London, where we lay our scene.
This is the musings of two financially challenged, twenty-somethings, eating less, paying more, and living a champagne life on a beer budget
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