Seen this morning, in Stamford Hill and up by the North Circular:
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February 26, 2010
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What a great ironical juxtaposition, Mick. It is almost poetic. Nay, it IS a poetic metaphor!
Posted by: Noga | February 27, 2010 at 02:03 PM