In London, it strikes me, you could spend years living at the same address and never even meet your next door neighbour. Your best friend might also live two streets away and you could go a whole year without actually making it to their house. I guess what I'm trying to say is that London is bigger than any of us can possibly imagine.
So imagine my surprise last week when I went to the cinema (alone) and found myself walking through Leicester square in the darkness of winter only to catch of glimpse of somebody I was sure I recognised.
Yes, hidden beneath the trees, perched on top of a bench like a lump of annoying gum we could all do without, it was The Norwegian. Needless to say, I doubt anybody has ever walked with such ferocious rapidity through Leicester Square. Quicker than you could say come. And soon he was too far away and I doubt he'd seen me. He was with some other guy, no doubt coercing him into send frequent dick over his new Nokia.
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