The view is over the roofs of the buildings nearby. No river, no terrace, no pressing against the Spice Girls on the way to the canteen. At least I'll get a bit more exercise with those steps. Dubbin, that's what. And the only thing like dubbin is dubbin.
Some people have way too much time on their hands.
I apologise to all my readers for the absence of my blog over the last week or so. I was up there visiting a friend. He was feeling very down because his partner committed suicide four weeks ago, and I figured he could do with some cheering up - or at least have an old friend to listen to what was on his mind. The last two are in the Gay Village. I mean really noisy - with loud disco music and a clientele mainly composed of young gay men and middle aged women jiving beyond their years.