As the new year begins, London feels dreary and uninviting, leaving many questioning their choice to stay
London: So, I left work on Thursday night, and it hit me hard. I was the only one in the office on January 2nd, and I started to wonder if London was the worst place to be right now.
By the time I got home, I felt like I was freezing. I just wanted to curl up on the sofa, feeling cold, sad, and a bit hungover. Not my best look, for sure.
There’s something kind of cool about being in the city between Christmas and New Year. It feels like a badge of honor. But once the clock strikes midnight, reality hits. Suddenly, it’s back to work, and that morning alarm feels like a punch in the gut.
Sure, it’s not just Londoners who feel this way. But while others are waking up to fresh snow, we’re stuck with black ice and slush, washed away by rain.
The fun people who usually brighten up the city have all vanished. No celebrities around to keep things lively. Instead, we’re left with folks talking about their dry January and new running goals. Not exactly a fair trade-off.
I remember Pattie Boyd, the 1960s icon, saying last year that the start of 2022 was so miserable she booked a trip to Morocco to escape it. I totally get that now. Maybe I should plan my own getaway for 2026.
Joe Bromley is junior fashion editor