Dirty, rude and not as clever as it thinks


– our glorious Metropolis.  I may feel less critical when I have hacked up its toxic residue from the bases of my lungs.

London 1

I make a point of pausing on Waterloo Bridge to look up and down river – unfailingly spectacular, and I can pretend to like London.  Today  some modern mudlarks were on the foreshore; I thought for a moment of joining them, but avoiding the Waterloo station mass exodus was the winning option.

London 2



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