One of my favourite Orwellian canteens.  It no longer exists. Six months since I last wrote.  I haven’t travelled since Lisbon in September.  I must make time for both.  Time and head space, but they go together really.  I have a new job, that will be a good opportunity to re-evaluate time.  Not the metaphysical … Continue reading 177.  The George, Wanstead.  →