Lost in translation from English to English

This post is about the cool and crazy place called London, and its kind of calling to be written in English. The spoken English is a cocktail, all kind of ethnic accents, the foreigners from all over the world who are living and working in the funkiest melting pot of Europe. At the hotels we talked to Pakistanis and Romanians. At the coffee shop, an Italian. At restaurants, Spanish, Bangladeshi and someone named Jesus. At supermarket, mainly Muslims and black people. The Cockney dialect from London's East End is fading away, at least in the streets.
In the largest city of EU preparing to brexit, only about half of the population is actually born in GB, Christian and white. I love the diversity, but I kind of agree that at this dimension, 10 million people, it turns into something so impersonal, like a humongous airport. Each 20 mts you cross someone pulling a luggage, small groups talking their native language, everyone in a hurry, all kind of outfits, looks and attitudes.

London may be one of the most comprehensive catalogue of the humankind, its already the centre of our planet, the 00:00 GMT. Besides, they've been exporting the English language worldwide, so no wonder they get someone from every possible country.

What I find cool about London:

the future and the past right next to each other in one of the most amazing city landscape,
the bricks and the chimneys,

that art is free and living, lots of great museums count on donations, they are full of people and they actually provide tools to try your hand on spot,

the iconic phone booths, double-decker buses and taxi cabs "hackney carriage",

the craft beers and the street art,

the fashion and the gayness,

that you can come across someone like Brian May on a random street in Kensington!

What drives me crazy:

the weather,

the prices,

the driving on the left side,

the use of miles, ounces, feet and other imperial units,

the power plugs,

having different taps for cold and hot water, basically no choice between freezing your hands or cooking them,
the light in the bathrooms that turns on by pulling a string from the ceiling,
the Indian accent (sorry, folks, I'm really trying! love your food, though!),
the bearskin hats. 

This damn sassy London connects Europe and America, it's bits of both and lots of island mentality and britishness, it can be annoying like a wacky old lady and stunning like a frisky young one.