21 JULY 1950, Page 5

* * * * Walking down the Charing Cross Road

late the other night, we overtook a Sikh with a blonde on his arm. They were talking about the Faroe Islands.

" That," I said to my friend, " is the sort of thing that makes London rather endearing."

" I know just what you mean," he agreed. " The very first day I got back from the war I saw a Chinaman in a kilt cutting his toe- nails in St. James's Park. I've never forgotten the shock of pleasure