Oxford Street, today at half past three, with Saturday-strong crowds rushing to the sales.
It’s Boxing day, for goodness’ sake! One is supposed to be at home, like, boxing or whatever it is one does on this day.
Come to think of it, it could all have been people going to exchange ill-chosen Christmas presents they received.
(Me? I was going over to a friend’s for coffee, then on to Nero in Old Compton Street for a cup of tea watching the world go by).