Approximately forty horses clip-clopping down Baker Street, 7:20 a.m.
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I’m Victor Houghton, a, er... something or other in one of the UK’s largest advertising agencies. My job title has a comma in it, which is embarrassing. I’m the chief finder-things-outer with a splash of trends who is lucky to work with all the major functions of the agency, even though I am most closely associated with strategic planning. Everything in this blog has most probably been stolen from other, infinitely more talented people, although the opinions are most definitely my own and not those of the agency.
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How marvellous. Did you find out why?
I didn’t, but I speculate that they’re army horses doing their morning exercise. The streets were pretty much deserted at this time of the morning.