Last night, I'm walking down to Kilburn tube, on my way to meet J for a movie, and I'm wearing my current favourite outfit (black velvet trousers, black leather long coat, pink cordoroy seventies-stylee loose cap, pink cordoroy stilletto boots), and as I walk down the High Road, a youngish guy listening to loud R&B leans out of his window and shouts "smokin' outfit. The hat, the boots, fabulous."
No, really.
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