If a man in a pinstripe suit with a carnation in his buttonhole sidles up by your side on a park bench and mutters, "The weather in Dubrovnik is mild for the time of year", you'll know you're in with a chance. If an unsigned post-card arrives with the message that Uncle Wang's bicycle may be collected from the repair shop, you've cracked the short list. In which case, you should stand in front of Shearing the Rams at the National Gallery at exactly 11:27am on the third Wednesday of the month, holding the torn label from a packet of Ti-nee-tips tea.
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