A scruffy essay in black and white Showing the London City skyline in the morning fog It was a cold and early day and the stacks were smoking heavily The stock-market was still asleep and the three-piece suit boys too But for the early living beings toiling away it made no difference Crossing the river […]
Heavy lorries emerge suddenly from the thick fog In a halo of lights, UFO’s racing on a third kind encounter Gliding on the shining wet tarmac with a muffled swoosh They disappear as they came in the blink of an eye While the street lights hover high like a mother-ship, waiting… Photo Hugh Ardoin The […]