17 January, 2008
As I was admiring this welcome piece of wit, and wondering whether to take a photograph of it, a Chinee emerged from the shop in the hopes, one presumes, of selling me some of this wonder potion. As the News of the World used to say, I made my excuses and left.
Five minutes later I was accosted, walking along Shaftesbury Avenue, by an elderly Indian gentlemen, whose card described him as a "Yogi", although whether Bear or Berra was not clear. He offered to tell my fortune.