Blonde's Eye View: The Lego railway to Finance Land?

How many times have you heard, "I remember when my parents/brother/I first rode on the DLR when it opened"?

Making E14 sound like a twisted financial Disneyland (insert your own joke about Mickey mouse bankers). It's as if the Jubilee line extension never happened.

Despite being firmly in Zone Two, 10 minutes from the City and a short taxi ride from the West End, the Wharf will forever be thought of as miles away by those who don't frequent Sir Norman Foster's giant bubble.

Being given sympathetic looks because we've been banished to some imagined outpost of London is annoying.

A watery smile and a change of subject is recommended.

Don't bother trying to highlight facts - people just won't believe you.

Instead they'll start wittering on about someone they know who once visited Canary Wharf and couldn't find a single bar or restaurant. (Really? You'd have to try pretty hard).

And how awful it must be to work somewhere with no social life (sigh).

Somewhere that's sterile (switch off). It is then infuriating to bump into the same people who "could never go so far out of central London" in our local pubs.

The sun shines and suddenly our desperately distant, non-existent waterside bars and restaurants are the best place to be.

I don't mind sharing our lovely riverside location with the rest of London. But I do mind if the rest of London doesn't acknowledge how lovely it is.

I don't expect full blown jealousy about working in Canary Wharf, but I don't want a load of patronising twaddle either.

Especially if those same condescending people show up and nick my favourite table by the dock.