Today’s Londonist has a fab picture Spy Versus Spy. I was going to write something about being a spy but, for some reason, I don’t really have the heart today. Not that I am a spy, you understand. And if I was I wouldn’t be able to tell you, would I? Over the past thirteen years I have passed the MI6 building at Vauxhall (this one) almost daily. You probably can’t tell people is actually there – or does open Government allow that these days? Anyway, I must have imagined what it’s like to be a some kind of Bond-like individual at some point. Now I know that I must visit South Audley Street to make my dream come true. Of course, Bond wouldn’t rant pointlessly like this. He probably would have blown something up with a missile hidden in a banana instead.