On what felt like the first real day of Spring, Sydney Kauffman commuted between Canary Wharf and Spitalfields looking for a lunchtime slowdown. But she found hardly any slackening in the the frantic pace of City-type activity: most people looked like they were having their phones for lunch. Shoulder pads and Filofaxes are long gone but the 1980s idea that lunch is for wimps, seems to hold sway to this day.
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