Just another Cool Kid In London

He's just another Cool Kid In London, just another one of the sharks I'm swimming with. 

I like my sharks though, I like them a lot. 

I particularly like them when they show up unrequested and (sort of) unannounced to drink Flor de Caña with me, straight from the airport (by Heathrow Express of course - that's basically the definition of Cool). 
I like them when they bring me the New Experience of Awkward, together with nice red wine and the Bosnian version of Plasmon (Italian biscuits for babies). 
I like them when they keep up with my drinking Flor de Caña Cuba Libres.
I particularly like them when they drink enough Flor de Caña that the definition of Cool changes entirely and becomes setting up a karaoke of bad Italian 90s pop and turn it into a "coming out" party. 

So Cool, the London life, sharks and all!