- Bangra and bass thumping out of two silver beamers parked outside Leyton Police station.
- A postman walking very fast.
- A convoy of four cement mixers queuing to enter the Olympic Park.
- The milkman stopping off at the Londis on his way home.
- Dozens of Saturday runners out in Victoria Park, but nobody resting on the benches.
- A shout of "Awright darlin'!" from an old lady sitting on the front steps of her house, nursing a cup of tea, in Bethnal Green.
- No other cyclists next to me at the traffic lights.
- Speeding down the almost empty Hackney Road, very fast, in top gears.
- Swerving past the broken glass outside the strip clubs in Shoreditch.
- Spooked by the post apocalyptic emptiness that is The City on a weekend...
- ...except for two men in very well cut suits going into JP Morgan,
- and a delivery of beer to a pub in Moorgate.
- My colleague going out to buy me a bacon sandwich and a cup of coffee when I get to my desk.
Saturday, 11 July 2009
Saturday morning, cycling to work, 8:45am
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The City at the weekend is such a deeply odd place.
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That's impressive. By two minutes after I stopped I would have forgotten all those details.
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