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Walking around London Bridge once lunchtime last week I noticed a great hand-decorated roadsweepers barrow tucked away in a corner.
There were photo’s stuck on all sides with a mad collection of headshots on the back, a green plastic dragon’s head attached to the handle plus a small owl soft toy and some cryptic messages in felt-tipped pen. 56 more words
On a brighter-than-expected day last week (my 40th birthday, as it happens), we walked down from Soho in the mid-afternoon – after lunch at Tapas Brindisa and a record-buying splurge in the fantastic Sounds of the Universe – and across Hungerford bridge to get the train home from Waterloo. 171 more words