Jonathan Wood remembers his oft-times weird and wonderful encounters in London in his trademark poetic style.Flowing, emanating out of the fabled glister of an imaginary literary prize, this self-isolating pilgrimage traces the author's footsteps back into the dimlit past, accompanied by the knocking of the oars of the Double-Styx Charon across the surface of the Thames and in the waters of my mind...He writes: "I didn't want to echo some of the great...