I have been working in our London office for the past couple of days. I feel a bit like Paddington bear, bemused and awash with slick city hordes who know where they’re are going, and asking every bus driver and tube worker if I’m heading the right way. Bright lights, winding tubes and smoke…and that’s just the bar across the road.
Aside from travel difficulties, this also has me slightly unnerved:
Time in Bristol appears to have frozen. Whatever does this mean? Does the place exist while I am away? Is the entire city stuck at a point that is merely minutes into a perpetual episode of Eastenders? Has an evil force wiped out my city while I made an unwilling but miraculous escape? Bristol, can you hear me?
Oh no, the battery has gone, I’ll change that then…