Monday, 21 April 2014


From the window in room 729 in the Thistle Hotel.

I gazed out across the permanent greyness.
In the foreground of my view is the roof of the multi-storey car park almost the bereft of vehicles.
Behind this is housing, concrete on concrete, interlaced with flyovers guarded by tall neon lampposts.

Yet more towers stretch into infinity.

This is the bleakness that forges a strong human spirit and constant good humour in this part of the world.

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