This long sheet hanging graciously over your electronic balconies aspires firstly to make you smile, and secondly, to keep you informed about the latest developments and events of a cultural nature that possibly interest you, and that are taking place in London, the most wonderful village in the United Kingdom. Defying any danger and impediment your correspondent will be reporting regularly from the avant-guard trenches of our decadent culture on the battles of the postmodern front: pages from a diary at the end of an era.
That morning was the first in ages I hadn’t looked up the news online as soon as I got out of bed. Naturally, I was left in the dark about things that were going on in my own neighbourhood. My good friend E. was quick to spread the news so he called me.Didn’t you hear?(…no, today I didn’t , clevercloggs!) Why? What happened, did Wall Street crash again?No, but a helicopter did!Whattttt?Yep, you heard right, this morning a helicopter hit a crane that was suspended from a tower in Vauxhall, and crashed on the ground. IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD!
God have mercy. I’ve been trying to concentrate for hours to no avail. It's not the usual screaming from the street outside my window, or the text I have in front of me. It's just that tonight is December 12, 2012, and everybody is happy (screamingly so), that nothing has ended.
