I was off in London for a few days for a whirlwind tour. I pressed the flesh with endless cockney floozies in the tube, ate fish and chips, bangers and mash, roast beef with Yorkshire Pudding (which is really some sort of bread and not pudding at all), steak and kidney pie, and English breakfast with brown-colored Brown Sauce. London was horribly humid, ridiculously crowded, grimy, gloomy and grey. There was no style...
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