More useless linkage today. Oxford Street is currently having its numerous sins washed away by a downpour of hitherto untapped torrential proportions and nothing interesting has happened to me of late other than the site I edit almost-but-not-quite winning an award, drinking lots of free booze, being hit on by someone I was 104% sure was gay, getting the same window seat during last orders at the Chandos for the third time in a row (crazy magic), eating some soup, watching Borat, Russell Crowe in film, more soup, ice cream. You can't observe anything on that. Christ I need to get out more.
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