Bishopsgate.
Bishopsgate, damn it – not Holborn. Bishopsgate.
I seem to suffer from a curious affliction that makes me read “Bishopsgate” and understand “Holborn.” Repeatedly. For weeks – and, what’s worse, for chapters. Continue reading
19 Thursday Feb 2015
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inBishopsgate.
Bishopsgate, damn it – not Holborn. Bishopsgate.
I seem to suffer from a curious affliction that makes me read “Bishopsgate” and understand “Holborn.” Repeatedly. For weeks – and, what’s worse, for chapters. Continue reading