There are many things that Agent Triple P is enjoying about working in the West End: the very lightly dressed young women, the easy access to several large bookshops, the proximity of Waitrose at John Lewis.
But one thing is driving me so mad it is no doubt shortening my life. People on Oxford Street walk really, really slowly! There you are trying to get to the tube and bunches of foreigners (there are no English people on Oxford Street so far as I can see) wander along making mobile phone calls, looking in trashy shop windows or just moping about.
Its London, not Slowtania, Inertianesia or Up North.
Get a blooming move on!
