"You will hate Los Angeles." That's what English people said to me when they heard I was heading west, to the land of low-fat milk and sugar-free honey. You'll hate it, and be back in a week. Some of them, I suspect, were showing off their worldliness. They'd been to Los Angeles many times, seen through its glitter, tired of its ways. Others inflected their prediction with a sort of menacing imperative. You will hate Los Angeles, if you know what's good for you.
You can see examples of this same imperative all over the British press. Leaf through a colour supplement on any given Sunday, and I guarantee you will find an interview with a young popsy, promoting her latest film, under the headline: "She's the toast of Hollywood, but she prefers Hackney!"