Twenty-seven years ago, when I was managing editor of a publication called Travel Smart, I was invited with a few other writers on the first flight of Branson's new airline, Virgin Atlantic, flying from England to Newark.
You won't find the most troubling "moral breakdown" in London among its youth. It reveals itself in every humiliating police search, every shuttered youth club, every corruption scandal ingrained in a political structure that walls off ordinary people.
I worry we are seeing the Tea Party future unfolding in London. It is a future where the wealthiest citizens are not taxed and vital health, educational, and welfare services for everyone else are cut.
Teatime is still a tradition that the Brits fight to keep safe and sound. This little tradition has its merits, especially when the tea is as delicate and interesting as the teas I tasted in my mini tea tasting at the Dorchester.
Observers dismiss rioters as roaming bands of delinquents. Or well-organized, tech-savvy flash mobs. They're portrayed alternately as greedy opportunists or disaffected youth. Reflecting the diversity of urban Britain, they are everyone and no one. And they're just kids.
One of my most memorable meals on my recent trip to London, was eaten at Bellamy's just down the road from Berkeley Square. You will be singing like the nightingale in the famous square after you eat here.