The first little place I had in London was my little room in Duchy House. It was about as central as you could get for this chilled out Cardiffian who had not even heard of Pret let alone lived above one. The night buses rattled my ancient (Victorian) window panes and the crazy antics on one of the busiest streets in the capital were the source of much amusement if not bemusement! The Lady of Shallot poster was given to me by a fellow art historian with the intents and purposes of protecting my modesty. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you have to be 19 crazy and not precious about sleep to live on the Strand. If you can handle protests and parades, being next door to Uni (Somerset House) in central London wasn't bad ...
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