The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
December 2025
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50