The weekend was a freak.
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| MORE RAPE, CAMBRIDGESHIRE |
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| WHAT SPRING SHOULD BE |
The rain, and the grey, have descended once more. Hulking above our heads, dampening footpaths, moods and the inner soles of my cheap black slip-ons.
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| THE FOOTBRIDGE CONNECTING WATERLOO AND EMBANKMENT (NAME ESCAPES ME) |
I will admit that the City sometimes feels like it's meant to be this way. Trudging commuters, black umbrellas: the modernised image of Father in Mary Poppins making his way to the Bank for the day. So, all in all - a quintessential London experience?
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