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You wrack your brains for a plausible transport alternative that is neither bus, tube or walking. Discarding such logical options as ‘Taxi’ you determine your simplest option is to apply to Shep’s airborne prostitute service, get employed as a sky hooker and then hope you are assigned a punter somewhere near the pub you wish to go to. There is but one slight flaw (and several massive ones), you can’t remember the full acronym of this valuable kerb-crawling avoidance service.