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London Review of Books Subscriber Evening
"Come and do your Christmas (or other) book shopping in the peace and tranquility of the London Review Bookshop without the ~~plebs~~ general public, with [free] wine and nibbles and with 10% discount on all books."

Bastards.

Number of books bought: err. Some. Many. Lots.
Number of Christmas presents bought: err One. Probably.
Number of glasses of wine drunk: err.

V. bad. Oh, hang on, my life is a different film.

In other news, can someone answer me a question that has been causing some puzzlement for the last week: what in the name of buggery are the strange lights dancing in the sky down the end of Oxford Street every night? Anyone inclined to refer back to The Incident of the Green Lights on Canary Wharf would do well to remember that I was actually right, notwithstanding that accusations of absinthe poisoning were not entirely groundless.