Drummond Street, new horizon

Half-nine, this morning, looking down Drummond Street: how the view has changed! They're knocking down buildings for the over-priced, ill-considered, and terminally dumb HS2, so now the road ends in blue skies (at least, it does today). 

Two hours at a meeting of clinicians, lunch at the Exmouth Arms, and then back north again, where I met up with the Minx and her nephew, and Dom Conlon, Space Poet, for a drink.  At least it was supposed to be for a drink but in the end my plans for an evening swim went out of the window.

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Reading: 'How Art Made Pop And Pop Became Art' by Mike Roberts