My timehop app has just reminded me that this time last year there were cooked sausages strewn inexplicably all over the West End. All day long I was kicking up greasy links like autumn leaves.
Explosion at a greasy spoon? Did someone ride through town on a white stallion, raining down sausages like confetti on the crowds below? Or was it an awful mishap at one of the brothels in Soho? 365 days later and I still haven’t got to the bottom of it.
If you have information that could shed any light on this incident, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.