I was thinking of the last time I was in London and how I didn't realise at the time that it would be the last time for a long time. That was the end of 2019. Now here we are pretty much exactly three years later. I had a look back at some of the photos I've taken in London, and they're… gritty. I've hardly ever done anything touristy there, it's been work, work, work, so I guess that's why I'm not really all that fond of the place. It has all this public transport but you end up walking miles in tube stations anyway, and there’s just so much of it and it smells of brake pads and oil. When I lived in Brighton I liked the view you got of Battersea Power Station from the train, it was all sad and forlorn but full of promise of the jewel it could be, and now look at what it is, full of shops selling jewels. Jeez. Keep it light Aegir.
