Can’t stand up and be counted; lightning strikes the highest point. Nowhere to hide, except the caves under the pavements (admission charges apply). No place to go; all converted, upgraded, closed down decades earlier.
The heart was ripped out of my city and I ripped the city out of my heart. Ten years old, forty-one years old… it’s all the same. The plan is as it always was: escape. I’m flatlining in the Madlands and Londinium beckons.
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This is going to turn into a very interesting series – I can see them lined up on a very very long wall.
‘Caves under the pavements’ – could only be one place in the Madlands.
Yes – the home of Snot.