So here we are in Sunny Harrogate, when I decide to get on the train to London and meet the people.
Apparently the team from the London Fog was in town for the hols, so I met up with them at the house of a mutual acquaintance.
Beer flowed, stories were told, and a song was composed to celebrate the benign rule of Ken Livingston.
A good time was had by all.
Except Ken, who didn't like our song.
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