Untitled document Untitled document FRIDAY, MARCH 04, 2005 - EDITED JUNE 2011 Hungerford Bridge (Part III) and last. Somehow the nights were getting longer and longer, even for London's deepest winter. Things like Haendel's "Messiah" were being practiced, produced and performed all over, so the proof that Christmas was near was evident.  (of course "George" was never scruffy and NEVER spilt the wine!) The glass paradise of the Royal Festival Hall resounded with this music, but so did many other places, and slowly but surely the 'new' novelty (it came around every year) was wearing thin. George didn't seem to be aware of seasons, festivals or other such mundane things, maybe the passing of time in the Gordon's cellars made such things unimportant, and so much the more startled were we (my mentor Bill and myself) when suddenly, one evening, as we were on the point of leaving, to hear Ge...