HEATH ROW IS THE LABEL THAT PAAAAAYS ME

Ain't nothing but a layover thing, baaaaby
Sitting in the other London airport this time, waiting to jump on the flight to LAX (the club, not the airport). Still reeling from the shocks of Dubai and trying to figure out what sort of sleeping pattern I'm going to be on when I land in Los Angeles County in 12 hours.
But I thought I'd tell you: I LOVE London. I never feel like there's enough time here (I never feel like there's enough time in Selfridges, much less the entire city) - so much to see, do, buy, eat, drink, hear, fall down on, get hit by, and instigate. Some of my faves:
1) SoHo, Carnaby Street, Covent Garden. Record shops dedicated to hip-hop? Shoe stores on every block? A shop that gets new, rare inventory in every day? Slap me.
2) Accidentally slipping into a terrible (really, "wvreelie" bad) RP/Cockney/Welsh/Irish/Scottish/Australian hybrid accent when I'm having a conversation. I apologize for my ignorance, it's just so fun to say numbers: "wun, tuo, free, fow, faive..." Your accent is art, and I want to buy all of it. Specifically: