You are hip London personified. You’re all bike cafés, blogs and Hackney Hop Growers’ beer. You roast veggie sausages on a disposable BBQ on London Fields, hang out in Stokey, and are always within six feet of Nick Grimshaw. You over-compensate for being born in Kent by doing every cool thing London has to offer, then pretending you’re too jaded to enjoy it. You’ve got a lot to learn from our Type-A friends, as your default unimpressed face is scaring tourists.