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“Last night, Good Friday night, at the bottom of the escalator at King’s X tube, a weasel-faced man in uniform was sweeping up rubbish with a wide broom, drink cartons, cigarette packets with all the dust and filthy scraps of the day which he pushed towards an elegant long black glove that was lying there. 118 more words
I’m currently working and residing from my Hoxton Office. More about that soon.
They have some rather fabulous meeting rooms here. (The bedrooms are equally as good!) 43 more words