I never really “understood” Piccadilly Circus. Why is it that throngs of people always seem to gather around that little fountain? The ads aren’t that great and it’s not exactly a quiet nor happening place. Except for Sunday mornings at 730. The sun came out. The adjacent police station’s booth seemed deserted. And Regent St, Shaftesbury Av and Piccadilly played along as well. Maybe it was the nerves, but it took me a while to get myself settled into today’s song “Anorak”. But staying true to the “long shot”-rule, I couldn’t be bothered.