14 July 2009

The Black Hole of Waterloo

I enjoy feeling the rhythm of the seasons, so I'm getting quite fond of the pothole on Waterloo Bridge. Every three months they fill it up, and over the next twelve weeks, as surely as the moon doth wax and wane, back it crumbles like a slow-motion England batting collapse.

Yesterday morning it was big enough to warrant swerving around (right), so we're probably near the end of another cycle.

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