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Last night, sitting in packed Wagamama's on Lexington Street and slurping up ginger chicken udon and ebi chilli men, we were joined by a solo diner in a shirt and tie, who sat looking through his recent CD purchases while we polished off the last of the gyoza."Excuse me," I said, leaning over towards him, "do you mind if I ask a cheeky question?""Sure, go ahead", he shrugged, looking as if he was waiting for me to ask why he dined alone."I noticed you've just been to Fopp. It's just opened, hasn't it? Where is it? Can you tell us?"He ...