Hell is other people and their fridges. Me and mine included, I’m sure. I am subdued. Welcome to damp suburban London. Much as I love the city of my birth, I will never feel affection for these featureless outer stretches, where the nineteen fifties never quite escaped. Being carless isn’t helping. In the last two days I’ve trailed around Harrow and environs on the bus and overground train.… READ MORE.... …