Over the last couple of weeks we've lost two iconic central London alternative spaces, the 12 Bar Club and Madam JoJo's, both victims of weak and uninspiring planning decisions and out of control property developers. Their loss raises genuine questions on the nature of our city and whether London is at risk of losing what makes it so special.
Interest rates will have to go up eventually, forcing people to sell when their monthly payments become unaffordable. Will the house of cards come tumbling down then? Or will London just be a sea of billionaires here for annual holidays in their London homes? Like Venice on a larger scale, a relic, empty of its original inhabitants.
Looking for a new home, though potentially daunting, can, nevertheless, incite vague stirrings of excitement. After all, the prospect of finding a new pad to fill with cherished possessions and fresh acquisitions to suit one's very own, personally-hewn environment, can finally take shape. London looking, however, is in a league of its own and excitement has nothing to do with it...
For those of us who can't afford a house or flat or heck, even a car park space, and will not be able to do so for some time due to the fact that we spent our 20s going out rather than squirrelling away money in socks, or just made fundamentally bad financial decisions, it is seriously demoralising.