Where: On the down escalator in London Bridge Station
Yes, Hustle's ugliest swindler was using the same tube station as me this morning.
I wasn't sure if he was Philip or Robert, but a little googling revealed he was the latter.
Head down, clutching what I would describe as an "attache case", but is probably one of those leather pocket document holder thingys without handles, just perfect for scripts, CVs and keeping your chest warm, with a "I'm going somewhere important, don't recognise me" expression on his face.
LK, owner of many a random crush, was jealous.