I've now finished the unpacking, the washing and ironing and writing the thank you letters (ok, thank you emails) and I can turn my full attention to telling you all that London is even worse now than it was when I left 19 months ago. I won't go on about the cost of everything in London because everyone knows that, or the disgusting beer (it really does taste like flavoured water compared with Czech beer) or the litter, traffic or the number of people - I had to queue for 40 minutes to buy a train ticket at Victoria Station. What I want to tell you about was an incident that happened to me as I was walking down Victoria Street in London, towards Victoria, to get a train to Gatwick to fly up to Manchester (so much for climate change - it's actually cheaper to fly the 200 miles than it is to go by train). I was pulling a suitcase with one hand and had a handbag and shopping bag in the other. A young lad, aged about 18, was walking straight towards me, hands in his pockets, with a girl walking alongside him. One of us was going to have to move or we would collide. I couldn't go anywhere because my suitcase was close to the wall on my right, so I stopped and he had to move to get round me. As he walked past me, he said "Why should I move for you?" to which I said "Because I'm carrying more than you and I'm older than you." Which got the usual response of "F**k off!" Can you imagine that happening in Prague?! That's why I will never live in the UK again.