He was right.
If you were to live your life in my part of the capital, here is what you would do:
Go for breakfast pancakes at Tota. Get fed up with the poor service. Forgive all sins when the food comes out. Go through it all again for lunchtime steak sandwiches.
Go to the common, make promises you don't intend to keep about swimming in the Lido.
Head out for a 'quick drink' at The Clarence, have several more quick drinks than originally intended. Try your hardest to persuade the hot bartender to remove his t-shirt, find yourself having to apologise for acting like a sex pest next time you see him.
Have an internal debate over whether to go to Chicken Shop or Honest Burger, settle for something from Sainsburys. Regret your decision. Alternatively, settle for spring rolls. That's a decision you'll never regret.
Moan profusely about the northern line.
Talk to your housemates about your shared desire to make more time for central London (which I actually did for some of these photos - unheard of.)
Go to Infernos, do an enthusiastic rendition of The Inbetweeners dance.
Go to Adventure Bar, get your friend a screaming orgasm.
Spend a good amount of money on Uber and Deliverance, because London makes you lazy.
Pass out to the sound of foxes humping.
Repeat ad infinitum.
When not doing the above (or working, because I also have a job) recently I've been: Listening to - '500 miles' and 'AEIOU.' Reading - 'Lord of the Flies' and 'Girl, Interrupted.' Watching - 'Bling Ring' and 'Like Crazy.' Learning - the hard way.