Wonders of the modern world, one
Saturday morning, early, on Primrose Hill, with my dog. Bright and chill and damp.
A handful and a half of middle-aged men (mostly) crawling up the hill, in a very strange way. A younger man with an Australian accent is shouting at them (not at all angrily). ‘You’ve got to get under the barbed wire. You’re being shot at. So keep your arses down. ’
Next up What I got up to on a Friday evening in Exhibition Rd.