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So back in 1999 when I was having my six months in London on a student work permit, I walked into a little convenience store close to where I worked to get a drink on the way to RHPS, and the clerk and the woman in line ahead of me clearly knew each other (in the "repeat customer and shopworker" sense) and were playing that quick game of two-minute catchup one does when entering an establishment one used to be familiar at but hasn't been into for a while. She had a gorgeous black leather coat -- thigh-length, form-fitting to the waist and then flared below, with lacings over the seams -- and I complimented her on it. She also had a shaved head.

It wasn't until she'd paid and walked out and I moved up to the register that the clerk asked me if I knew who that was. Turned out to have been Sinead O'Connor.