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LONDON has so much to offer - it's just a shame it's full of so many miserable, loathsome, ignorant creatures who have made it the sort of place where it is not even safe for a four-year-old child to cross the road holding his father's hands.
My son Stan was splashed across the pavement not once, but twice, by uncaring adults in too much of a hurry to care about the child they had knocked flying.
On both occasions the assailants never said sorry but rushed off uttering a barrage of expletives I hadn't heard, well, since the last time I visited London.
The tubes are not safe either, not even when you avoid the rush hour. We were making our way along the Central Line when a gang of teenage terrors decided to enter our carriage despite it being full to the brim.
The only way they could possibly enter was to form a rugby scrum and press their way forward. It was impressive stuff, they really knew what they were doing and could have taught a thing or two to any England prop forward.
It was a little unfortunate their pressure tactics sent three businesswomen flying, delivered a blow to the head of a balding bank worker, demolished a teenage girl's beloved i-Pod and crushed little Stan.
No-one said a word, of course, about the young thugs' behaviour. Everyone looked downwards and defeated ... except me.
I let them know in no uncertain words what I thought of their behaviour. I have a right to, I'm a Londoner. This is my town.
They glared, responded with some obscenities, trampled over an elderly lady and pushed their way forward and off the train at the next stop.
I was castigated by my sister who asked me whether I had a death wish and wanted to be stabbed? Kids, nowadays, I was warned, are tooled up - that's why no-one speaks up.
The Szecowka family were back in the UK from Bahrain to welcome the arrival of my first grandchild, little Arthur who weighed in at 7lb three-and-a-half ounces.
Kathryn, the good lady, and I, thought it would be a good opportunity too to show the younger children, Stan and his sister, Imogen, eight, the sights of the English capital.
We took in a Star Wars exhibition, visited the scary London Dungeons which boast a thrilling heart-stopping ride at the end of the tour, viewed the historic bridges and buildings from the peace and tranquillity of the London Eye and posed with a posse of waxed celebrities at the wondrous Madame Tussauds.
The highlight of the trip was securing tickets to see the Sound of Music at the London Palladium.
It was sold out but we managed to buy four £20 'standing' tickets in the secure knowledge that at least four people would have been knocked over on the street or ended up too battered and bruised on the tube to make it to the theatre.
By the interval we were sitting pretty and thoroughly enjoying the show.
It was then back to our delightful hotel - the Premier Inn opposite Kings Cross Station - which after some negotiation cost us £100 a night with full English breakfast included in the price.
The room was large - spacious enough for one large double and two child-sized single beds - with a telly, kettle alongside a sparkling clean adjoining bathroom and toilet.
Outside, after picking up and dusting Stan down for the second time and to dampen his tears we asked him what his best experience had been after all those amazing attractions.
He did not hesitate ... it was the hotel's electric door and lift entrance card.
London is apparently investing millions of pounds in making sure the place is up to scratch for the Olympics when it welcomes thousands more visitors for the Games.
Let's hope the Mayor invests some of it in charm school initiatives for its inhabitants, otherwise people will never wish to return.
