Weird moments

A surreal instant this morning. With Saint Etienne's marvellous track "Teenage Winter" (from the album about London Tales From Turnpike House) playing on the Rio, and the sight of the BT Tower (a la the front flap of Ian McEwan's novel Saturday) in front of me, I suddenly felt an incredible love for my city. Now, considering how I spend much of my time berating the place these days, this was an unusual occurrence indeed. I guess we have the voice of Sarah Cracknell, the pleasant freshness of the morning, and the complete solitude to thank.

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