Ruth Dudley Edwards: Two fingers from a society of babyfathers and child mothers
The liberal elite is being forced to face the fact that there is a lot more to clear up than the streets, writes Ruth Dudley Edwards
I love London -- its architecture, its history, its parks, its energy and its cosmopolitanism. Too big to be a coherent whole, it's made up of villages. People cleave to the bits they know: I've known Londoners who have never ventured more than a couple of miles from home.
Although until recently I've mostly lived on the outskirts, I've always either worked or had friends in central London. These days I live in Covent Garden and love its liveliness.
When last weekend the violence started, human nature dictated that -- while any attacks on our city trouble us (remember the 52 victims of 7/7?) -- Londoners were most concerned about the neighbourhoods and people they knew.