When you have nothing else to talk about, you talk about the weather. When you have nothing to write about you talk about politics.
I’m on the late shift at work today and came out onto London bridge around 7:10, the air was crisp and warm and felt amazing, the sun was setting, up river. I was happy. It feels like late june/july and there is a certain happiness in the air. Shame about all the suits and ties, everybody still rushing about in their self important way. Never taking a chance to sit back and relax and enjoy the virtues of this great city, to realise how much they do really have.