You know those damn places where you feel incredibly uncool and out of place. Those places where you sit with a beer in hand, quietly regretting not being pursued into buying those high top trainers. Frustrated at not being able to grow that beard you promised all your mates you would. And kicking yourself for not getting that full sleeve tattoo you thought looked cool on that advert but instead got your girlfriend’s name on the inside of your wrist because she forced you? Which is of little consolation given that no one knows this, or cares and you can’t be bothered to explain it for the 15,200th time. One of those places is London’s Shoreditch. It’s sort our version of New York’s Williamsburg. Think great independent coffee breweries, hipster barbers, tattoo parlors, graffiti on the walls, craft beer and free-spirited thinking.