I'd better be quick as you only get 15 free minutes on the hotel's computer. The hotel itself is pretty fancy: the soap is called a "cleansing bar"
Last night outside the National Portrait Gallery I discarded a cigarette butt which unfortunately caught the hem of a woman's coat. She accosted me in an immaculate patrician accent:
"Do you realise what you've just done?" and proceeded to explain in acid tones.
I stammered my apologies, and she ended with:
"Well, just don't let it happen again"
Suitably dressed down, I cringed with mortification for many minutes.
This morning, wandering around Westminster Abbey for the first time in many years, I am admonished several times not to take photos. One, a little more aggressive than the others, said: "There's a big sign right by the entrance "
I responded: "Ah yes, at the place where you pay £15 to get in?"
He didn't seem too pleased, but his female colleaugue standing next to him couldn't help cracking a broad grin.
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