Aliese

Walking down the road towards London's busiest rail interchange, I am stopped by a lady with carefully coiffed dark hair and a pair of over-sized sunglasses.  A snakeskin-style handbag is slung over her shoulder and three suitcases stand by her side.  She asks me whether the entrance to the station is on the left down the road.  I tell her that it is and offer to carry one of her suitcases.  A middle-name seems like a fair exchange.