Feel-Good, London, Uncategorized

a yellow antidote to the grey

Well it’s been bleak of late hasn’t it? As I stand shivering every morning in positively BALTIC conditions at Harringay station, ready to press myself onto the 8.04 to Moorgate, folding my limbs beneath a stranger’s armpit like a disgruntled contortionist, it’s difficult to feel full of the joys of Spring. Rather than the beautiful yellow of bobbing daffodils, the colour of this particular Spring seems to be grey. And white, when that pissing snow keeps falling. Who  ...

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