The reason that I love London is that you can never quite conquer it. There will always be an undiscovered park, a lovely shop, a really cheeky short cut that you don’t know about, no matter how hard you try. But – book shops – now that is an area where I thought I had a basic to strong handle on things. So the discovery of the wonderful Slightly Foxed in the sunshine at the end of last week was a surprise. The shop contained a large collection of fascinating second hand titles (with a particularly huge biography section which kept me a happy browser for ages) and a smattering of well chosen new books. What is more – the Slightly Foxed reader’s quarterly is worth a trip to the shop for alone. It is packed with insightful essays on slightly obscure things, of which, of course, there can never be enough.