Mornington Crescent!
After a long drawn out silence, it was undoubtedly just sitting there waiting to be plucked out of the ether. Or soot actually. Sunday last I went to lunch at the V&A, having walked from High Street Ken on the
District Line (by the by, the roast lamb & trimmings at the V&A is exceptional and one of the best I have had...yum at the memory) and the soot still collects up ones nose. Not to put to fine a point on it. Reminds me of one of the reasons I left London, but not permanently. Digression. It has to be MC.