I saw a man at Oxford Circus tube station, about 55, wearing a pin stripe suit and shoes of such astonishing shiny winklepicker pointiness he could have used them for chicken sate skewers.
I saw a pregnant woman at Notting Hill Gate tube wearing a tight business suit and shiny red pointy stilettos which made her walk like Dick Emery.
I ran into my lovely friend Craig Markham in Lexington Street.
I finally met up with Jessica Adams and we had a brilliant time eating sushi and cooking up plans of such brilliant and thrilling naughtiness I had to have a Scotch at the Groucho to recover. No ice.