As we labour by the final wet days earlier than Christmas and New Yr, usually affected by chilly and flu or, if not ailing ourselves, accompanied by armies of sneezing and coughing commuters, the reply to “why” should lie within the romance of this place. The horrible vitality of London is what we’ve in frequent, mirrored within the work of Blake, William Hogarth, Charles Dickens, TS Eliot, Ray Davies, Joan Littlewood, The Conflict, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Amy Winehouse and Stormzy. Two thousand years of darkness all the time comes with the hope that it’s going to finish. It’s London’s self-fulfilling prophecy and the supply of its flamable power.