Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Building No 32
No need to say much really, other than I got honked at by furious cabbies as I held the traffic up gawping at this edifice somewhere in East London.
Such wonderful folly.
I wonder if the inside of the building has been designed the same way . . .