It’s amazing isn’t it?
I’m sat here in Charing Cross station writing a blog post on my handheld. Yet we still can’t build a station in Central London with capacity for more than ten people and a small dog to sit down.
Similarly you can buy a mocha froc fapacino expresso from any of five different chain cafes but can you find a bloody public toilet?
Oh and why is it something has to break or blow up before people are nice to each other?
I’m sure there’s a reason for me working in Central London but after a ten hour day, sat on this ice cold metal bench with my back contorted against a derelict shop window, I’m struggling to think of it?
Answers welcome in the comments.