Don't get me started. Just before Christmas, I was very ill after far too much red wine. At 6am - I decided to I was dying and got showered and started walking from Millbank up to Piccadilly Circus where I knew there was an all night chemist. I knew because I saw it on an episode of Men Behaving Badly.
After 30 minutes walking, I arrived at said Boots at exactly 7am. I found they were indeed an all night chemist. They opened at 8am and closed at 6am. I arrived smack bang in the middle of their 2 hour closing period.
I then staggered down to Charing Cross and found one there after being accosted by the mankiest looking prozzie ever.