Mr Lush turns the key and enters his apartment. He has spent the whole day with the curator (also an old Etonian) of his favourite...

A Viennese song whistles through Mr. Lush’s head as he walks through Mayfair. It tells of gentlemen who have their foot on the gas and...

A grey sky hangs over the Potemkin village that is London. Mr Lush, disturbed by the newspaper-reading taxi drivers, shoulder-worn submachine guns, and amphibious tourist vehicles,...