As I sat on the 26 bus approaching St Pauls the other day I lost the plot and my sense of space as I real eyesd that the formerly three dimensional artifice of the southward facing wall of the cathedral had become two dimensional, and flapped in the wind. On the verge of tears, I contemplated a life in asylum, fallen through the looking glass until a neon jacket poked out from between a gap in the church's wall, followed by a helmet. Never have i been so glad to see a builder.
#14 March 2006 | Comments (0)