London Calling

London calling to the faraway towns. Now that war is declared-and battle come down. London calling to the underworld. Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls. London calling, now don’t look at us. All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain’t got no swing’cept for the ring of that truncheon thing.

So London it is then....Heart felt commiserations to our French cousins..

Are we dining alone today Mr Chirac?