Darker evenings, colder evenings. We're moving into the time of year I actually enjoy. There's something ineffable about the long evenings; deep shadows, curious patterns of light, fascinating and mysterious. It's my Saturnine Capricorn side finding itself at home for once.

But there's nothing special about it when it comes to being button holed by a stranger at the bus stop.

Like tonight. A middle-aged, pot-bellied, greying man wandered into the bus stop I was stood at; asked if the model on the advert rotating one one side of the stop, was Kate Moss. She was n't.

Then, without missing a beat, he told everyone that every Brazilian who comes to London does so simply to open a shop.

I'm still trying to find the link between the two statements