In Londres

Yes, I'm in London, since Wednesday. I had a work placement interview with top PR firm Taylor Herring. They handle the PR of popstars Robbie Williams & Leona Lewis, they have done work for Virgin TV, MTV....they are one of the best.
And here I was; suited and booted, in a black pinstripe suit, cufflinks and tie-clip, holding the Metro newspaper in my hand (I should have bought my fav: The Guardian), sitting in the foyer of a Portakabin, yes this prestigious PR firm was based in a portable building. I looked around the busy offices, almost everyone was chattering away on the phone., one thing then dawned on me: I was severely overdressed. Everyone else walked about in jeans, hoodies, dirty sneakers, and there I was, looking like The Godfather.
A lady came up to me and handed me a preliminary questionnaire. I looked at it and gasped...it was full of British popular culture questions: Who is Amy Winehouse's husband?..What channel shows Britains Next Top Model?? What was Robbie Williams' last album called?? What was the headline on today's Sun newspaper??...I managed to answer a few..I sat there with my glass of water, staring into emptiness. I was then called in, and the interview process began.
Actually, it wasn't really an interview, it was just a short chat about my daily routine, magazines I read, hobbies, I guess they were trying to assess my intake and awareness of popular and celebrity culture. It was then I understood what my PR lecturer meant by 'Taylor Herring are not people you go quoting PR books to'
In about 10 mins, the chat was up, and I was told I would be informed about the result in the next three weeks.
The interview was over at 11:00....and I was in a suit..what was I to do??..I had an idea: Go to Canary Wharf and walk amongst bankers, stock brokers, insurance folks...and just have a feel of 'The Life'...and I did just that, hopped on the Underground and went to Canary Wharf, where I blended right in, people in suits and ties walking about, talking about money, eating bagels and drinking coffee, talking about profit, sipping organic juice and crunching apples, talking about capital.
I walked with them, my head aloft...I was one of them..I was a Yuppie!