Why do I loathe London?

I’ve always found it a little hard to put into words why I don’t like London. It’s an inchoate thing, really, and something which is difficult to express. But I don’t like the place and resent having to go there every so often. I suppose, at root, it’s because there are very few people like me living there. But then there are very few people like me living in Kuala Lumpur, and I like that city. I tried to write down, methodically, the things about London that annoy me; it was taking ages. And then I read this, in the “Good Deed Feed” of the Metro newspaper:

“Thank you to my boyfriend, Fay, for picking me up after my first Zumba class on Monday. I still can’t feel my legs.” – Ash, London.

I think that sort of does it.