Is this Bond Street? How to do London 007-Style

I duck behind a red telephone box (alas, only taking cards these days), heart racing and blood pumping in my ears. It’s so loud it almost drowns out the never-ending and unspeakably aggressive sounding Crossrail works around the corner. This is serious stuff. I subtly look to my right, trying to gauge whether anyone leaving the… Continue reading Is this Bond Street? How to do London 007-Style