THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD

We are all BRAPA. Thankfully, we’re not, or waiting on railway platforms would be a messy affair. I managed to make it back from the Jackalope to King’s Cross, which does have loos, only stopping to admire the Green Man (now renamed Greene Man to cash in on Graham Greene craze sweeping the nation). And… Continue reading THAT UNWISE FINAL PINT OF ESB IN THE PARCEL YARD

“And the whisper room that winds around St Paul’s”

“And the lights on the bridgeWilliam Blake and the gridAnd the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul’sSir John Soane, found me in his parlor all aloneWeeping at the beauty of it all“Maria McKee, Right Down To The Heart Of London, 2020 When Lockdown hit hard in March I turned to my melancholia for comfort,… Continue reading “And the whisper room that winds around St Paul’s”