I have redefined strange. On Friday, I was called for a job interview to take place tonight at 6.30, in London Bridge. I was given a charming Welshman's cell-phone number, "in case there are any problems." I set out briskly, confidently, at 5.30 tonight, fresh faced, suited and booted, more-or-less sober despite this afternoon's picnic (which, as
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