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    déjà vu?

    Well sort of – the title is slightly misleading (since the last time I was actually in Leicester Square was probably when KLR and I paid a visit to the super-busy KFC there when on our way to see James Earl Jones in Driving Miss Daisy at the Wyndhams theatre last year) but that did nothing to stop the slight…

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    girl, interrupted…

    And huge apologies for the sizeable blog-gap – the mind and typing fingers were willing, but the available internet connection was weak; fortunately I have now appropriated an ethernet cable from the front desk of my charmingly well appointed and spacious Jersey digs after four days of less than effective moving-of-the-laptop-around-the-room both here and in the Isle of Man, Gawd…

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    feeling hot hot hot…

    Too hot! This evening I bring word from the scorching temperatures and blistering October sunshine of Cambridge, shortly before packing my bags, waving goodbye and heading South for my long awaited (by me at least) return to my industrially temperature-controlled temporary South Bank residence tomorrow morning – woohoo! Three days of kicking myself for not bothering about the hotel not…