My little sister recently ate at a Michelin starred restaurant. 'How was it?' I asked, when she returned. 'Excellent,' she said. 'But I'm starving.' I then watched as she polished off two chicken and mushroom pot noodles, and quickly moved the steak I was saving to the very back of our fridge.
Since the announcement the public debate has gone to the extremes of people suggesting all police should be armed - and even that the Army should be on the streets everyday and that civilians should be armed with tazers! Or - at least that was the debate on Radio 5 Live this morning.
A wise person once told me that "We can do much more together than we can apart." Several years down the road, I can now testify to the truth in that statement. Partnerships and collaborations deliver bigger outcomes. It's that simple. And it's beautiful.
London is a great city and the new Mayor will have a huge responsibility. No more so than to the millions of young people who represent it and all of our futures.
I would be tubing it to NW5, then east to Hackney; the following night I'd be at Dirty Dicks in EC2 trying some new ideas. The weekend would bring the odd 15 minute set. Yes, I heard heckles of "Don't give up your day-job, mate!". No, it didn't bother me. The joke was on them. I didn't have to give up my day-job. Stand-up got me fired from about three of them.
As we draw closer to the Mayoral elections, the fact that our transport network is failing us needs to be addressed. Transport for London needs to become just that: a service available for everyone in this city.
BBC1 showed a tribute to his life and cut live to a vibrant Brixton crowd paying homage to his life. I simply had to be there and jumped on the next train to South London. Hundreds had turned up, singing songs, waving placards or simply gazing across this unplanned celebration of his life.
I'm going to cut to the chase; the next few years are going to see London's infrastructure stretched to breaking point, and the next Mayor of London has a colossal job on their hands to prevent the capital's vital services and infrastructure from bursting at the seams.
At the start of the year, my thoughts always turn to my travel plans for the year ahead. My wishlist for the first part of this year includes Lisbon, Douro Valley, Santorini, St Lucia and the Amalfi Coast with many more destinations for later this year hopefully.
In 2016, I will be continuing to trundle along much as I did in 2015. I will face the cold, and the gloom, and the irritation of other people's New Year's Resolutions with humour, and forbearance and wine. Lots of wine. In fact, I might just pop back into Enoteca Rabezzana, which is an Italian wine and tapas bar in the Barbican.
What a grim year 2015 was. A new Government (same Health Secretary); a new vision for the NHS (same money). But let's not dwell - new year, new start!...
But the real problem is failure to recognise the long-term consequences for a working population that rents. What happens to today's Generation Rent when they hit retirement?
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London has been a great place to drink for many a year. This year, for me, it seemed even better than before. My favourite watering holes continued to please while a handful of bars and pubs new or otherwise previously unknown to me caught my attention with great service, comfy digs and - most importantly - quality quaffs.
They came in all shapes and sizes ... and in a variety of less than typical situations (cargo container? driving range?) from fancy schmancy to stripped down and plain - but in every circumstance the food was the star.
The year's end is soon upon us, and millions of revellers from around the world will be taking to the streets on December 31 to celebrate the end of 2015 and herald the beginning of 2016. But how do people celebrate the New Year around the world? We've picked 10 of the best cities to celebrate in - from Tokyo shrines to the beaches of Rio de Janeiro...