I may have already mentioned I saw my first proper London rats the other day — running along the ditch thing in the underground station at Holborn. They looked fairly small and cute, but then I guess there were only two of them. It’s a ridiculous thing to say, but I simply hadn’t expected to see any at that particular station.
There’s a spider web outside the office in one of the big corporate planters. I’ve called the spider Bert. Im surprised he’s survived this long without being polished or cleaned by the Colombian cartel gang that do all the office services. On an average London commute, he’s the only wildlife I see, other than gulls and corvids. Ooh, and Cambridge post-docs who don’t stop talking for 60 of your Earth minutes on the subjects of Blake, fellowships, academic publishing, contracts, online citations, the OED and something even less interesting than the above.
