Ok here's how to open the scene to you. I'm sitting on the curb outside a pub today, blazing hot sunshine. No not drunk, with a can of Dr Pepper in one hand and a smoke in the other. Yes I do before anyone asks, when I'm stressed. Staring down a busy road that leads into Oxford street, one of London's busiest streets and what seems to be the shopping capital here.
I look to my left, walking down the road is a 6'ft odd long legged long blonde, who knows if it is natural? Her hands full of shopping bags from all the top brands along the street, Harrods, HMV, Apple, numerous Selfridge's, and of course the bags we've all become accustom "Prima