Category Archives: in the City

1 New Change

It began promisingly, with the boys’ own drama of demolition and diggers and a new view of St Paul’s from the east: And giant bundles of steel swinging through the first cold air of winter, two years ago: As the … Continue reading

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a mean old bastard

It’s someone with a freedom pass who gets on the bus,  sees that the oyster card reader is broken and feels a pang of disappointment: he hasn’t saved any money. Or, he has, but so has everybody else. It’s happened … Continue reading

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