“Um… this is Soho.”
The man looks extremely satisfied with this answer, glances at his studenty-looking sons either side of him and and strides onwards down Berwick Street.
Adrian doesn’t know why he thought they were his sons. Perhaps the ineffably dad-like waistcoat made it the most available assumption.
He glances back down the street but can’t see them.
This is the second time he’s been asked for directions today (the guy didn’t actually ask to be directed, but it falls more or less into the same category). Could he make the incident into a blog post?
Almost definitely not.