Which is an excellent description of my second catch of the day. I left the junket and headed onto Oxford Street to get a bite to eat. I ordered myself a ginger muffin and an Earl Grey Tea.
Earl Grey tea? Stuffy? Shame on you Tom.
And then, to top off a really quite strange day, I was serenaded while I passed water. I grabbed another tea later on in Carnaby Street and, having now filled my bladder to capacity, needed the loo. So I waddled down to the basement lav and was going about my business when suddenly and unexpectedly the strains of Shania Twain's 'Man, I feel like a woman' came drifting under the door. Two women and a man were in the corridor outside the door performing a capella while someone filmed it. Very, very bizarre.
Welcome to London.