Back in May I mentioned that I'd shared a District Line journey with a girl playing a full-sized harp. As I said at the time, It was a perfect London moment. Well, I've finally found a way to get images off my damnably rubbish mobile phone, so that's as good an excuse as any to mention it again. Her doting companion - clearly this was another chapter in a long story of unrequited love - was topping up a handled half glass with Chimay Bleu. If you're going to stick it to BoJo's daft drinking ban, you may as well stick it with a decent beer.