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LONDON Dear C--, Yesterday, at Camden, I tried on lace-up steel-toed space boots but they looked better on the salesgirl with three tongue studs. After nearly getting stampeded by schoolgirls who thought they saw Robbie Williams, I-- and I trundled into the new Globe with fellow groundlings in ponchos to see The Tempest in the rain (appropriate, really). I made a friend raving at the Drome: a Carmen Miranda lookalike who gilded her fruit with UV paint and swung her hips faster than the flashing blue lasers. I've chosen not to harass the pigeons at Trafalgar Square, though I did help some tourists from Kyoto take pictures and I did ride atop a red doubledecker bus. We’ve gone three nights in a row on Sainsbury's microwaveable chicken tikka masala. I watch too much Channel 4, but there's no hope of stopping. London |