You just know what a weekend in London will be like: a massively overpriced hotel in Knightsbridge or Mayfair, an equally overpriced dinner at somewhere like Sexy Fish or Amazonica (generic-looking sushi or shashimi or a cut of steak chopped in slices, and sparklers on the table at dessert [probably something involving dry ice or gold leaf or melting chocolate]), then bags full of branded clothes from Bond St, because they never wear designer unless it's literally got BALENCIAGA or MONCLER or GUCCI printed on it in 96-point bolded capitals, to show everyone how minted they are to afford these things.