“That’s Eros, the God of Love. He fires an arrow at people, and that’s when they fall in love. You know, like Cupid’s arrow.” And then I drive through Piccadilly Circus for a third time, because… well, just because. Just because it’s Monday. A cruel and unkind god, if you were to ask me. It isn’t even Eros, but his brother Anteros. Love is blind. Finally, a happy couple get in. The first one of the evening, I tell them. “We’ll see how long it lasts.” they reply.