In leafy Primrose Hill, the proprietors of cafes, the old lady who wears Ed Hardy and Alan Bennett are busy taking photos of three crushed cars carefully parked by the producers of the stage version of The War Of The Worlds police on the side of the road.
I thought class war had come to The Hill. That might have been interesting and this is the problem with these things: the reason never matches your imagination.
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