The closer I get to leaving Blighty, the more I am struck by all the things I will miss.  Doing some last minute shopping I hear the familiar jingles and joyful chanting of Oxford Street's very own eccentrics. 

And there they were!  The crowds of tourists standing around me on the corner, as we all waited to step off the pavement opposite Next, looked perplexed.  I grabbed my camera and clicked as an exuberant and colourfully robed trio got close.  Only in New York have I ever seen anything approaching this sort of craziness.  I will miss them.