Who am I? Where do I come from? Who is doing all the thinking for me? My dress doesn't fit, can I get a refund?
Oozed from a gloopy swamp in Kent during the early Triassic, then trapped in a disused tube station for millions of years, I have returned to wreak havoc and mayhem upon the earth. But first I'm going to have a cup of tea and a sit down.
Saturday, 27 January 2007
London
Peter Ackroyd likened London to a human body, an organism, with a pulsing heart, a head, a body, filled with energy and life, that changes and grows through the years and the centuries. I think of it as more like a puddle, or an egg.
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