Monday, 14 November 2005

Personal

The front garden

This is where I was swatted aside by a lunchtime jogger.

[Tower Bridge from St Katherine's Dock]

Under his breath he muttered "tourist" as if it was a swear word.

Fair enough: I was gawping round in wonder. I'd just helped a friend get their broadband set up and was here two minutes later in the shadow of the Tower. This is a front garden to be proud of. I walked on, smiling back at London.

The grunts of our misanthropic muscle man faded behind me. The tourist heart of town seems a poor choice of venue for those who want to exercise in peace but when I thought I heard the splash of second innocent shoved out of the way and into the Thames, I realised there was more to his sport than just running.

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