Ok, you know you’re in London because you either live there or paid for a train ticket. And if you didn’t know for some reason, you could ask. Or if you were Harry Palmer in the Ipcress File, you’d end up finding out. Spoiler alert!!! Oh, spoiler alerts should be before and not after. That’s if they should apply at all, especially after almost 50 years. But watch it anyway, it’s  very good film.

In other Michael Caine film news, he gets shot by a man with a rifle right at the end. But I’m not saying which film that is. Could it be Zulu? Who can tell.

Oh yeah! London. So you know you’re in London when.

I’ve never seen an activated charcoal croissant before. And the most astonishing thing about that is that I spelt croissant right first time. Oddly, enough, “spelt” is popping up as a spelling error. It’s a little like me not being able to spell genius (finally I got a first time hit there too!) Well what to you know, it seems that reading is much better than reading for wordiness (Simpsons reference), although reading is good to, but to passive.

By now, my distraction technique may have drawn you away from the activated charcoal thing. Next to a normal French styled breafast pastry, it looks probably like a chocolate version. But no. No, no, no!

I get the charcoal thing. Gas masks used to use it, and may still do. Pregnant women were known to suck on a piece of coal. It’s a purifier. It’s just that a pasty based version has no health benefits at all. And being a foodstuff it doesn’t have to.

I’m not attacking London here. Everyone is a nice target for something. It’s just a shame we spent less time than we need to on the big things and more on the window dressing to look a bit different, but not that different at all. For example, a croissant coffee, and a lump off sucking coal would look a bit odd. It may even be better for you, but society would shun you. Perhaps an ‘A’ list celeb would pull that off. But they normally normalize dangerous diets and rip off vitamins that do nothing.

I’m being harsh. Live and let live. Silly rocking chair heel walking shoes came and went, silly plastic shoes with holes in came and went, and Ugg boots, what was all that about?

Time to move on – metaphorically, and in this case physically (possibly emotionally too!). This has been a bad day for good reasons, and a good day for the wrong reasons. On balance, I’d say I’ve come out of it quite well. May be not to day, not tomorrow, just keep repeating the right things and keep improving. If in doubt, keep pushing on, and keep smiling.