He bought me a can of San Pellegrino Chino:
All the taste of Cinzano, with none of the alcohol!
Should be their slogan.
Afterwards I was laying in the gutter in Charing Cross Road:
When I happened to peer into this grill:
Only to discover the remains of Little Compton Street below:
Was I dreaming?
Had I inadvertently stumbled upon a secret subterranean city?
Before I could consider this further, I was distracted by a stall in Earlham Street market selling three pairs of sunglasses for £10:
Here are the spex in use:
And to help me through my German January, I also picked up a deerstalker:
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