I was reminded by Marko playing the Clash's "Lost in the Supermarket" (you're listening to WECS right now, aren't you?) that I discovered this morning that the Price Chopper over on Central has -- in addition to a large Indian section, yum! -- a small section dedicated to British foods, so I have somewhere to get Hob Nobs (although, as usual only Milk Chocolate and not Plain -- when will they learn?!) so I don't have to go without all of my London delights.
"Good morning, it's the news, and all of it is good..."
How will the aerie be ready for a party tomorrow? It's a mystery. As is the process by which Ray Davies got to be 64 this past week -- oh well, let's hear him sing the best song of all time about London.