There are a lot of new and old friends I want to see while I’m in London, so I think, instead of my running around like a lost crazy person, I shall hold Court. Like the queen. I think I’ll park myself at some pub Saturday night and demand that people come to me and you know, like bring me jewels and pheasants. This is entirely presumptuous of me. We’ll see if it works!

In related news, I am delighted to find that when I land at Heathrow, I need to take ‘Piccadilly to Cockfoster.’

Yes, yes I do.