That's right, pussycat. Happens to us all. Like the abomination of a website says, you replaced somebody, too. Check yourself, see who you replaced. Sometimes people strike it lucky. Me, I replaced some annoyingly famous douchebag. The wifey got stuck as a disowned waitress. Fun stuff, though. You can live their life, or you can live your own. Whatever suits you.
At least London's full of pretty chill people. I've got a shop there, and a few friends.