Wednesday, August 18, 2004

I found myself on the bridge, between the shores, connected with the past yet connected with some poorly imagined future, in this new place of somebody else's making, futuristically quaint with cars like Bakelite radios, men with jet packs strapped to their shoulders, dressed in skin-tight silver synthetics, helicopters and monorails full of commuters. We thought it might be like this, the London of Dan Dare. We were wrong to expect the expected.

Geoff Nicholson, Bleeding London (28-29)

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