Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I feel like I've been invaded. I smile, shake my head and whisper 'No, thank you'. I want to shout. Hyde Park is about children on ponies, ducks and geese. It's about watching great-crested grebes go through their ritual courtships. Necks raised, heads turned deftly to alternate and opposite sides not unlike the stylised dances the Victorians so enjoyed if the current run of costume dramas are to be believed. It's not about old Chinese blokes trying to sell me dodgy DVDs. He's let the outside in.

2 comments:

Rehan Qayoom said...

London is no more what London is meant to be about my dearie.

ems said...

You're sounding like an old man, Rehan, and I think you're younger than me!