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Secondment to London: What to Do in the Evenings

You are posted here for a fixed number of months, so nothing feels worth starting. What to do with the evenings on a London secondment, one night at a time.

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  1. The posting has an end date, and that is the whole problem
  2. What eleven months actually is
  3. The London office will not fix it
  4. A commitment that is one evening long
  5. One repeating thing, held to the end of the posting
  6. The flat and the food
  7. The last month

A secondment has an end date printed on it, and that date quietly decides how you spend every evening. You are not moving to London and you are not visiting it. You are here for eleven months, or eighteen, or three, and the firm has sorted your desk, your laptop and your building pass. Nobody sorted the hours between leaving the office and going to sleep.

The posting has an end date, and that is the whole problem

The reasoning goes like this. No point joining the Tuesday league, because the season runs past your leaving date. No point getting into a running club you will only have to leave. No point taking the flat share with the good kitchen, because the tenancy is twelve months and you need ten. Every one of those decisions is individually sensible. Together they produce a posting in which you did nothing and then went home.

Call it the temporary posting paradox. You will not start anything because you leave in eleven months, and refusing to start anything is exactly what makes eleven months empty. The end date does not shorten your evenings. It only gives you a reason to waste them.

What eleven months actually is

Do the arithmetic honestly. You are not going out on a Monday. You are not going out on the Wednesday before a deadline. Take out the weeks you fly home, the weeks you are buried, the week you are ill, and the fortnight where the project goes sideways. A posting is not eleven months of nights out. It is a much smaller number of evenings where you had energy, no plans and nothing booked. That number is small enough that you cannot afford to spend any of them deciding whether an evening is worth it.

The London office will not fix it

You will be told to get to know the team, which is sound advice for the work and unreliable for the evenings. The people around you live here. They have partners, children, a train to catch and a firm view that six o'clock belongs to them. Colleagues in London do not automatically become the people you eat with, and a secondee who waits to be invited waits a long time and then concludes something unkind about the English. It is not personal. Local lives are already full.

The team nights that do happen tend to be a leaving do, a quarter close and a Christmas thing. Three or four evenings across a whole posting. You need something for the other Tuesdays.

A commitment that is one evening long

The format that fits a posting is not a membership and not a season. It is a single evening, booked in advance, that happens whether or not you feel sociable on the day, and that asks nothing of you afterwards.

That is what a KF.Social dinner is. You take a seat at a table of six to eight people on a set date, you pay £15 to be matched, and the venue is confirmed 72 hours before the dinner. Food and drinks you pay for at the restaurant, like any other meal. Nobody at that table is a member of anything. Everyone chose the night and everyone paid for their seat, which is the symmetry that matters: no one is turning up as a favour to anyone else. Booking gates on two things only, being 18 or over and paying for the seat.

You can browse the dinners running in London and take a Thursday. If it was a good evening, book another. If it was not, you spent one evening and £15, which is less than the room service you would otherwise have ordered.

One repeating thing, held to the end of the posting

Alongside the one-off evenings, pick exactly one thing that repeats and keep it until you fly home. One. Not a portfolio of four you will abandon by October.

  • It must run at a fixed time every week. A thing you have to arrange each time is a thing you will stop arranging in week five.
  • It must not punish you for missing two in a row. Drop-in classes, a bouldering wall, a Saturday morning run, a quiz team that is happy to be five one week and seven the next.
  • It must not require a term or a season. The moment something needs a sign-up that outlasts your posting, you will talk yourself out of it, and you will be right to.

The repeat is what turns faces into people. Eight weeks of the same Wednesday does far more than eight different Wednesdays, and it is the only mechanism that reliably produces someone who texts you first.

One small thing: do not lead with your leaving date. It is not a secret, but announcing it in the first conversation invites everyone to file you under temporary, and they will oblige.

The flat and the food

Two practical decisions matter more than they should. The first is where you sleep. A serviced apartment across the road from the office is convenient and it is also an efficient machine for producing evenings where you never go outside. If you get a choice, choose the place that puts a fifteen minute walk between you and somewhere you would actually sit down.

The second is dinner. Eating at your desk and then eating again out of a box in front of a laptop is the habit that ends postings badly, and it compounds quietly: by month four you are not avoiding people, you have simply stopped having any reason to be in a room with them. Cook twice a week, eat out with company once, and the rest can look after itself.

The last month

Postings end fast and they end with an admin list. Two or three people kept from a posting is a good return, and keeping them takes one deliberate act before you go: say the specific thing. Not that you should stay in touch. A date you will be back in London, or an invitation to the city you are going to. People who met you inside a temporary window need a concrete reason to hold on to you, and you are the one holding the calendar.

The version of this posting you will regret is not the one where you tried something and it was mediocre. It is the one where you kept deciding nothing was worth starting, right up until the flight home made you right.

Related Questions

What is there to do in the evenings on a secondment to London?
Book one evening at a time rather than joining anything that runs on a season. Booked dinners, drop-in classes, a bouldering wall, a Saturday run and a weekly quiz all work because none of them care that you leave in a year. Keep one of them repeating every week and take the rest as they come.
Is it worth making friends if my secondment is only a year?
Yes, and the opposite reasoning is what empties the posting. Deciding nothing is worth starting because you leave in eleven months is exactly what makes those eleven months feel like a hotel with a job attached. You are not choosing a life here, you are choosing what to do on a Thursday.
How do I meet people in London when all my colleagues are local?
Assume the office will not solve your evenings. People who live here have families, commutes and full diaries, and six o'clock belongs to them, so waiting to be invited does not work. Use formats where a person arriving alone is the expected case, and book something before the week fills up.
How much does a KF.Social dinner cost?
It is £15 a seat to be matched, and Premium members pay £5. Premium itself is £4.99 a week, £9.99 a month or £59.99 a year. Food and drinks are paid at the restaurant on the night, so the seat fee covers the matching rather than the meal.
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