I was always really proud when LA haters would come to town and fall in love with it. Some of my friends even ended up moving there from London, like I did, although they were dreading even visiting at first.

I love it too. It's strangely really foreign to me because I'm from somewhere very different, but simultaneously feels more like home than anywhere else. (I moved there at 20, so of course my time there was racked with upheaval and weirdness, but also brilliance. Lots of brilliance.)

I lived there for nearly eight years and was very ready to leave when I did, but I also miss it and want to move back in future.

I lived there for eight years and I really loved it. I was ready to leave when I moved back home, but I miss it very much. I will probably move back there at some point (although the medical costs/lack of maternity care/lack of holiday time/earthquakes terrify me).

I lived behind a strip club in West LA, and my office had another strip club on one side and a high school packed with the most beautiful and stylish teenagers I'd ever seen on the other. My office building had a gym and a snack shop on the ground floor; the strippers would work out in the gym and the glamorous high…

I'm so glad it's helpful! (I hate covering letters. My manager recently pulled out my covering letter for when I applied for my current job, and cruelly taunted me with it. Oh, the cringing.)

Fuck, now I've done that stupid thing where I laugh really loudly in the middle of my crowded office and people want to know why and I have to confess that I'm spending the final two hours before my deadline LOOKING AT PICTURES OF A TALL SWEDE.

I had an unpaid internship that was obviously going to be like that the whole time, so I quit after three days and went back to my really great paying job at a magazine, a job I got after being their unpaid intern for a while… I'm glad I had both good and bad unpaid internships, so now I can be a good intern manager…

That's gloriously bad!

When I was an intern, we had a fellow intern who wanted me to take phone messages for him. INSANE.

I do agree that internships (like so many things) are definitely easier if you're rich, but I did my unpaid internships between working paid jobs (evenings/weekends/days-off) while on holiday from university. I grew up absolutely working class, and definitely had to work the whole time I was in uni, so I combined paid…

I hire interns at a publishing company, but the internships are unpaid and only last two weeks (because it seems mental to ask people to intern for free for ages). I get tons of applications and many of them are totally unprofessional (no capital letters, etc) but I sort of think that's the point of an unpaid…

I agree 99% with that… but the other 1% of me realises that I benefited massively from an unpaid internship. (There was another unpaid internship where it was immediately clear that I was unlikely to benefit at all, so I politely quit after three days.)

You just made me realise that so much of what I've done was totally inspired by someone not wanting to sleep with me, and that most of that stuff ended up being far more interesting/productive/fun/educational/profitable than I suspect the sex would've been.

The first time (I think) that I ever had outside sex, I looked up and there was a coyote standing right there. I miss LA, and my youth.

Ha! Yes! When I lived behind the strip club I used to tell myself if was a good thing I didn't work there because if I worked there I would be constantly tempted by their delicious quesadillas but would no longer be able to enjoy their cheesy goodness for fear of ruining my toned stomach.

I think it just freaks me out that my whole education was free until I went to uni!

On further consideration, I think I enjoy the fact that he always seems cheerful in his videos but somehow manages to be cheerful without me finding it annoying.

Apparently there are lots of us secret Pitbull fans. Just the other day I found myself passionately defending him to my dad. I think my argument was that he was dressed very neatly even though he was on a party boat.

Yes! I am always so inexplicably "DALE!" myself whenever his songs are on, even though generally I never feel very "DALE!"