Slow start. Sleep deprived. South of the River.
But then into town – something I don’t do enough of. By half four Oxford Street has calmed from the tourists before teeming with commuters. It’s almost tranquil.
Many turn right, snap right, look right. The must have snap of the must have road junction.
But my eyes are to the left. To the left and up. To Centrepoint. A Central London beacon: ugly to some, beautiful to others. An icon for me.
Today will hopefully be the start of something magical.