Imaginary Encounter on the Clapham Omnibus From the grey denim dresses strewn all over the racks and upholstery, you wouldn’t have guessed that Osmanthus sells apparel of all shades under the Sun. ‘This is what you get from helicopter pare…

Imaginary Encounter on the Clapham Omnibus Otis dearly needs a hug. He loathes himself for this thought. He fancies sidling up to that blonde he spies on a side-view mirror staggering out of a pub, saying with a smirk, 'Hey, Miss! You look…