I've been to the boat race every year since I moved to London, and every year I'm met with the most awesome view: the back of some guy's dandruffy scalp. This year would be different, this year I would strive to actually see the river.

It's kinda like going to the races, you've got the refined wearing their suites and straw hats sipping moët and then you've got us commoners. We're the ones kicking it in our jeans, knocking back ciders, we make drunken banter that in our minds is surely articulate and witty yet to outsiders is undoubtedly slurred and obnoxious.

If you're an expat having just moved to London then you'll want to hit up events like this (Wimbledon, Notting hill carnival etc), and with up 250 thousand people lining the banks of the Thames you're sure to find a laugh somewhere amongst the boisterous atmosphere.

On a bestjob side-note, I met a fresh off the boat expat from Brisbane who happened to work in a pharmacy not so long ago. Low and behold the first thing she talked of as soon as our mutual friend announced that I was a candidate was that she'd served fellow candidate & television presenter David Whitehill. It's amazing how prolific this campaign has been, I must say it's definitely given me plenty of backyard conversational material for the past two months.