I have to go to London tomorrow for a client meeting and a working lunch. You may have heard Samuel Johnson's dictum "... when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life" but I bet old Sam didn't have to travel in on East Midlands Trains then get onto the Northern line. Plus which, he was born in Lichfield. A man can be tired of Lichfield without being tired of anything else.
Check out this picture of the good Doctor. I suspect he'd had a dubious couple of dozen oysters.
My enthusiasm for the day's outing is not deepened by the Met Office's warning of snowfall and 'travel disruption' for tomorrow. Whoop-de-do.
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