It was cold and dark and miserable when I got to London but the next day became vaguely warm and enjoying the sunshine I went walkabout west over to Eaton then Sloane Square, not a Hooray-Henry in sight, finding instead a cluster of embassies in Belgravia, smiling when I saw the flag of Bahrain on a posh London wall.
Power-showered once more, just for the hell of it, I made my way to the coach station for a bus up norf to see me Mum, and there were cops on the streets too, carrying big guns.
With a copy of The-now-tabloid-Times (a disgrace, old chap!) I sat back to watch the walls of Buckingham Palace pass by, dark red-black branches and manicured shrubbery beyond the razor wire. Up Park Lane, right at Hyde Park Corner, then a section of glitzy-glam shops on Oxford Street before doing a left into Portman Square, round the back of Sherlock Holmes' gaff towards Regent's Park mosque almost hidden by Spring trees, turn the corner into St. John's Wood passing Lord's cricket ground before heading north to stop at Golder's Green, long time Jewish heartland of London, now home to Japanese and Korean property developers and restaurateurs and then out through suburbia and onto the Fenlands where the soft lull of the seat sends me to sleep..
Power-showered once more, just for the hell of it, I made my way to the coach station for a bus up norf to see me Mum, and there were cops on the streets too, carrying big guns.
With a copy of The-now-tabloid-Times (a disgrace, old chap!) I sat back to watch the walls of Buckingham Palace pass by, dark red-black branches and manicured shrubbery beyond the razor wire. Up Park Lane, right at Hyde Park Corner, then a section of glitzy-glam shops on Oxford Street before doing a left into Portman Square, round the back of Sherlock Holmes' gaff towards Regent's Park mosque almost hidden by Spring trees, turn the corner into St. John's Wood passing Lord's cricket ground before heading north to stop at Golder's Green, long time Jewish heartland of London, now home to Japanese and Korean property developers and restaurateurs and then out through suburbia and onto the Fenlands where the soft lull of the seat sends me to sleep..