My London gig was this morning only, so I'm given a few rounds of the concourse in roof-filtered sun before clattering back to Surrey. I peck idly at what catches my eye, like these fellows. There's hardly anywhere to sit at the station now, so I'm surprised they bother. The third of this group flapped off. Maybe his spirit is taken up by the bum-proof steel bollard/Brancusi thing.
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