"To become a yeoman warder, you must have served twenty-two years in the armed forces, have reached the rank of staff sergeant or above, and have been given an exemplary recommendation. I am at the Tower of London to entertain and inform; and, when my day is over, I don’t have to go far to see my wife: we live in the Tower. We’ve got a village green, a doctor living beside us, and plenty of neighbors. But no one believes we actually live there. 'What’s it like?' 'Have you got electricity?' We hear all of that. And try ordering a pizza. We share the staircase to our flat with the public, but it’s very private up here. Our grandchildren think we live in a castle. In some ways we do." - Philip Wilson
City lights seen from the window of a plane make my heart jump every single time. The tiny yellow dots are glimmering and beating energy, and somewhere down below under the pitch black banket there are millions of people wandering around. Who are they, where are they working, how do they experience the big city? Taylor's book answers all these questions and more by giving this crowd a voice, in this case the Londoners. Out of over 200 interviews there are about 90 people representing different fields and life situations.
"Most of us will die from something not terror related. You could be hit by a bus, you know, you could be in an accident. You could fall down the escalators at the Tube and crack your head open. All sorts of horrible things can happen to you in London, so do you stay at home and wrap yourself up in cotton wool?" - Paulo Pimentel, grief counselor
There are people, who have spent many years looking down on the pavement, and when they sort out their addiction they see the city with new eyes, when they happen to look up and see the Big Ben. People, who were born and raised on the desert, and love the crispness and freshness of London rain. People, who live on the outskirts of the society and have experienced some tough things. People, who have sucked the energy in parties and at different turning points of the society.
"London is big enough so that you can keep a bit of anonymity but it’s small enough that you can go to a club and see people you know. In London, I can go to the Oxo Tower in rubber for lunch, as I did on my thirtieth birthday—a rubber pencil skirt, a rubber blouse, a rubber corset, and high boots. You can go and do that and some people might bat a bit of an eyelid. Being a Londoner, nothing is going to faze you. There’s a complete mix of people here so if you see something weird and outrageous, well . . . it’s just London." - Mistress Absolute, dominatrix
Reading this purely because of entertainment would be a gross misjudgement, and would probably leave you disappointed. Life isn't just unicorns and rainbows, so why would a book that's supposed to represent the whole spectrum of a certain city be examined through a gentle pink lens? Come on, the title already suggests that London isn't just about the glittering West End! Do not read this, if you're in need of affirmation of your love towards London, for example if you're going there for a holiday. The people in here tell about their everyday lives, which can be rewarding, exciting, sad, annoying, or hellish, but it's still real. Most of all, this is a cross-section of the modern London and what's it like right now.
"I’ve never been able to understand race or prejudice really. I find it very difficult. It’s like going to a library and saying to the librarian, I’m sorry, I only read books with red covers." - Robert Guerini, property owner
Some get lost in telling too much about their job, which can be a problem if you're not into electronics, finance, or angling. Some didn't even have much anything interesting to tell, but it would have been unfair to make this a book of exciting people, because not all are like that. The interviewees range from a teacher, a police officer, and a social worker to a dominatrix, a beekeeper, and a squatter. According to Taylor's foreword, he wanted to avoid the official voices of London, and focus on the ordinary citizens. Refugees and the homeless luckily get their share as well, and in a lot of the interviews the countless of generations of immigrants were touched in some way, because they are a big part of current London.
"Oh, London. You never know if you’re going to be ill or fall. I did fall years ago and I crawled to the door and I opened the door and I called help. Two Asian boys that live upstairs, they come and they got me help. They phoned the ambulance, got my son for me, helped me right to the last, right until I got into the ambulance. You wouldn’t think that, but they did. They stayed with me until the ambulance come and my son come. They held my hand." - Ethel Hardy, old-age pensioner
Which one was the most superficial story then? The interview of two American tourists. Perhaps not that surprising.
"'The only thing I know'—and this I was told in a very loud pub in Cricklewood—'is that a real Londoner, a real one would never, ever, ever eat at one of those bloody Angus bloody Steak Houses in the West End. That’s how you tell,' the man said, wavering, steadying himself with a hand on the bar. 'That’s how you tell.'"