This is the London that I remember

I moved down to London from Glasgow in 1977 and left in March 1984 with a one way ticket to Amsterdam and twenty quid in my pocket. I had no idea where I was going and what I was going to do. I do just remember that London was just depressingly grey and that I could no longer live under Thatcher. Having just celebrated my 29th year in Melbourne I have to say it was the best move I ever made