Everyday I go to work in my new executive English-made shoes wearing a carefully selected shirt and tie combination, aiming to exude a distinct level of worth. What ruins the look, is my nasty £6.99 black polyester 'briefcase'. I've decided that the essential acquisition is going to be this rather fetching Mulberry briefcase; I'm a mere mortgage away from style.

...And if you're interested (like I'm fascinated) by social media playing a role in politics, this 3 minute clip pretty much sums up the foundations. The 'Twinge' meets are fast becoming popular and well supported by UK politicians and now ministers, this webpage gives an insight to the whole idea which will no doubt form an interesting role for itself when the general election is called in the coming months.

Another good thing about living in London is the G-List celebrity spotting that will suddenly take you by surprise, like I was when shopping on Regent Street last week. Minding my own business looking for a fitted white shirt I stepped across an absolute zinger - Gaby Roslin.

All this sophistication of summer sport has left me with a void in aggressive all action sport. Of course, by that I mean I've been looking forward to the rugby season for the first time in about 4 or 5 years. Having played a lot of rugby when I was younger, I always enjoyed watching England play on the international stage without really feeling much attachment (obviously disregarding the 1999 World Cup win - I was there in Trafalgar Square amongst the million-strong crowd of Englishmen, to welcome the players home and present us the trophy).

What I realise now is, take as much from this great game as you can, because in a few decades, perhaps even years, I'm almost certain it will be watered down into a game about as dangerous as musical chairs. I for one had to stop playing the game after a tackle left my spine twisted and only nearly a year's physiotherapy would fix that. Another teammate had his eye gouged out and it was a minor miracle he wasn't blinded. Broken bones are expected and you regularly hear of schoolboy deaths that are, tragically, close to home. It won't be long before the Fun Police, possibly rightly, debate how constructive all this aggression actually is.

There are decent arguments on both sides, but one thing I would say is that decisions like that should be made by rugby people. It is, obviously, an optional recreation that people enjoy being wrapped up in. The team spirit is unrivalled, often overzealously displayed by hoards of young men of all shapes and sizes descending onto a bar after a game, some sporting injuries that should almost certainly be seen by a medical professional immediately, but the social aspect always far out-weighs their welfare. Rarely in any sport do you so heavily rely on your surrounding team mates as you do in rugby, the lessons learnt about trust, reliance and pushing your own physical boundaries - individually and as a group - are second to none. Getting smashed in the face, breaking your nose, having your head raked by metal studs and being trampled by the opposition and sometimes your own teammates teaches you about getting up and starting again. You face the very real threat of being hurt, and you face it with 14 others who are willing to put themselves in harms way just to celebrate with you. It is an intense feeling of camaraderie that would only by taken away from us by making it "safer"; for me, it would be a totally different game.

So make the most of it while it lasts. Soon every player will be made to wear padding, maybe even helmets and you'll be that grandfather who always chirps up mid-game saying "in my day we didn't have helmets, if you got concussion you played on, and we taped our ears down to stop them getting ripped off".

There are some things in London you just can't get anywhere else. Shot is probably one of them, but the pros heavily outweigh the cons when it comes to culture, places to be, places to eat and people to see. It gets a bad press with regard to being a busy, rude and dirty city, but that tends to be from people who go for the day, spend their time on Oxford Street meandering around tourists before crushing themselves on a packed tube to get ripped off in a Leicester Square restaurant. I can fully understand the disappointment, but don't go there.

I've lived here before and just moved down again, there are still somethings that make me stop in awe. Last night I was walking from work to Waterloo (just over Westminster Bridge for dinner on the Southbank). It was dusky and the evening and begun to creep in with an air of bustle. As I turned my head to look back where I'd come from I'd totally failed to notice how majestic Big Ben looks in the evening. "Fuck me that's awesome" I said to myself vowing not to take it for granted in future (although I certainly will, as most people do). When I was making the return trip over the water to Embankment station, I passed a saxophone player on the bridge, playing under the lights of the London Eye and setting an awesome Friday night mood. It reminded me that it's such a great place to not only live but have a life.

I feel pretty lucky to have started back here. It's vibrant and never stale and I love it.

Today's Arthur's Day, 250 years after the lease on the Guinness brewery in Dublin was taken out. That, of course meant going for several pints of the black stuff after work today, which has resulted in a horrible aftermath any Guinness drinker will be aware of, and one I won't go into detail over.

Still, well done Arthur.

"You're a big man but you're out of shape, and for me it's a full time job, so behave yourself"

- Michael Caine (Get Carter, 1971)

Easily one of the coolest quotes from any movie.