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    and so to business…

    …and more specifically back to That London, the difference being that I only actually left the place on Saturday afternoon after a slightly surreal birthday break which involved something I have virtually no experience of; that is, staying in a London hotel but leaving the room early in the morning only to come back late at night, brush my teeth…

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    reasons to be cheerful: part 2

    Half term week is upon us and bar a glitch this morning when my trusty BlackBerry barely stopped ringing for an hour, with eager payday millionaires aplenty organising the coming days (and most of the early part of next week before I head off back to That London for the third time in a fortnight) I have taken the opportunity…

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    on your marks…

    …and after two weeks of relative langour and more recently (and quite out of the blue this week after several of my regular gentlemen managed to synchronise their appointments with my actually Being In Scarborough) some relative busy-busyness I am now gearing up for a long awaited return to the capital on Tuesday, by way of a mad dash to…