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The most memorable part of my day was when a kind stranger stopped me in a busy street to tell me the label of my new top was hanging out of my collar. Neither of us could free it, so I retreated to a nearby bench, whipped the top of (to the delight of everyone at the traffic lights) and loosened it. I blame it on the weather. I came prepared for the north east chill and had to buy a cheap shirt to cope with the balmy evening.