What baffles me about London is the many legal procedures that take forever. When buying a house, or applying for any type of building work, it 
has to go through so many different channels when it doesn’t have to. And TfL.

London’s best-kept secret is the coffee at Sacred’s six London locations; the calamari at Busaba Ethal on Old Street; and the bagel bakery on Brick Lane! Hmmm, just realised it’s all about the food …

When I want to chill out I either spend time with my son, or if I’m home alone, I will open Logic Pro and start creating. Maybe even a game of golf (usually West Middlesex) to shoot an average 77.

The most interesting person I’ve met was my downstairs neighbour when 
I lived in Maida Vale. He seemed to have done and seen everything from playing bass for BB King to travelling through India doing yoga. He probably ran for mayor somewhere.

My favourite place for a drink is The Chatsworth in Acton or The Clifton in Maida Vale, but both are very different from each other. I don’t usually go out, though – I’m always at pubs/bars with my work.

When you’re hungover in London head to Jack’s in Queens Park for the Yankee Doodle Dandy breakfast.

What gets me up in the morning? Getting my son’s breakfast ready.

My perfect weekend would go like this: Friday evening, a couple of quiets on my folks’ deck in Rangiputa, NZ. Waking up early, off in the boat, some fishing,  another BBQ with fresh seafood, a game of petanque, watch the sun set. Next day: beach for tuatuas and a picnic, and home in time for Country Calendar.

The last naughty thing I did was scare off the neighbour’s cat for crapping on my lawn. I threw a rotten apple at it. It jumped 10 feet in the air and scaled the fence. I’m a bad ass.

Five words that sum up London … exciting, frustrating, rewarding, 
dirty, refreshing.