Two weeks ago I was in Wardour Street...

Although there was no A-bomb to be seen.
Earlier I had seen L off on the way to see Fleetwood Mac, Going Underground en route to the O2. Later, still in a Strange Town, I was waiting in Covent Garden for L to come up the lift as she was Down in the Tube Station at Midnight (more or less). We were both In The City enjoying The Modern World. You don't have to only do these things When You're Young. After all, That's Entertainment.
All right, I'll stop now.
Except to say that today The Gift - my birthday tee-shirt - was hanging up to dry.