Try working on the world's busiest high street for over 5 years on a full time 5 days in 7 basis and then having to go down there because your friends either want to party in central or you need to get something and the only damn place you've seen it is on smurfing Oxford Street. I swear down now, I'm totally surprised that I have never gone supernova and ripped a geothermal borehole out of the earth in Oxford Street with my bare smurfing hands. Working in Kingston is fairly ok, I get off the train and once I cross the triple carriageway road (no not a motorway, but it does feed in to one eventually) I've got like 200 yards to go and only 50 of them are on a narrow pavement where people can attack me with umbrellas.