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Tuesday
Jan172017

Ben Aaronovitch

For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

I gave the prescribed Metropolitan Police "first greeting".
"Oi!" I said "What do you think you're doing?

The clever people at CERN are smashing particles together in the hope that Doctor Who will turn up and tell them to stop.

Carved above the lintel were the words SCIENTIA POTESTAS EST. Science points east, I wondered? Science is portentous, yes? Science protests too much. Scientific potatoes rule. Had I stumbled on the lair of dangerous plant geneticists?

My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you're born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train's pulled into Piccadilly Circus they've become a Londoner.



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