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About Leicester

Now, tie this to *Lost in Translation*—that line, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Whores, they get that, y’know? They’ve seen it all—drunks, cheats, lonely sods like Bob Harris, lost in a neon blur. They adapt, they hustle. Me? I’d be yellin’ “You shall not pass!” at every sleazy git tryin’ to stiff ‘em on coin. Respect the grind, lads!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

Voyage with Adam Simmonds is the new restaurant at King's Cross hotel The Megaro