Have you noticed — London has started to resemble a zoo. Not for lack of decorum, mind you, but the sheer number of animal pelts cloaked on people’s backs.
Mink, foxes, weasels, racoons, beavers —you name it; the whole bloody menagerie, not so long ago chain-locked inside wardrobes, is skipping out in pairs like Noah’s Ark the musical. The memory of naked supermodels clinging to PETA placards has, in 30 years, finally faded.
