A Letter from London (and Nielsen 4)
December 17, 2017 Yesterday I arrived in damp and blustery London, which, despite the gloom and ghastly weather is full of the irrepressible cheer of Christmastime. There is something about dusk descending at 4 p.m. – or even of being soaked by the spray of a passing double-decker bus whilst walking to a carol service – that makes the Yuletide spirit all the more real. I write just before the commencement of a rather brutal schedule of mulled-wine-soaked lunches and dinners with friends. It’s the one time of year when nearly everyone from this continent of my life is in the same place, which is something to treasure. It is, of course, a natural time to reflect on the year that is drawing to a