Situated right in the middle of the country, the East Midlands has played host to an array of wonders from xylophone playing homeless people, to castles, to kings buried under car parks.
After some careful, serious thinking about England's showing in the Rugby World Cup, even nearly a week later, I'm afraid my opinion hasn't fundamentally changed. I still think it would have been better shirtless.
It's the 'Bono Play 2000' - 16 yards of perspex tubing leading to a cozy plastic house filled with the finest bedding - look at Bono's little face - he's loving it: PRICE TBC
Last week, while promoting new film Suffragette, Time Out asked the First Lady of Fabulous the seemingly superfluous question 'u a feminist, bae?'... Streep responded with this curveball: "I am a humanist. I aim for a nice easy balance."
If you do get stranded, it will probably be fine. It's the North, not Neptune. And with Facebook nowadays, it's surprisingly easy to find a non-psycho semi-stranger's sofa to stay on.
In the last few weeks I've been to Hoxton, at least twice, bought trainers and a lightweight high-performance puffa jacket, adjudicated two short film awards and harvested enough menopausal facial hair to constitute the makings of a fine beard. Do I qualify as a 'hipster'? In fact, what is a 'hipster'?