I’ve never really been sold on the “there’s no community in London” tale – if you’ve moved here from Bangkok the place looks like a positive model of civility and goodwill.
And I proved it again on Sunday night, carrying a not so much heavy as awkwardly shaped 1930s oak library table on the train from somewhere in the depths of south London to home.
So thank you very much to the young man of Asian extraction who helped me with it off London Bridge train station, and to the Polish lady who helped me on to the Tube. Two great examples of community spirit in a great city.
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