I call myself a Londoner these days even though I was born in Croydon. In those ancient times Croydon was part of Surrey, but it was moved to London in 1965 when local government boundaries were changed. It was already in my blood because my paternal grandfather was a true Cockney. I remember how we had to learn to speak differently and develop a taste for cockles, whelks and jellied eels. I never did. But on the brighter side, we could drink all those lovely London beers! Er, when I became old enough, of course. And now, when I feel rich enough – the average price of a pint of beer in London is currently £5.67.

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