... I just opened my present from the in-laws in order to write a thank-you note and now I'm crying

[kaberett]

It's a facsimile copy of Nairn's London, bought from the Graun bookshop because of course, and the blurb is

'A record of what has moved me between Uxbridge and Dagenham', Nairn's London is an idiosyncratic and intensely subjective meditation on a city and its buildings. Including railway stations, synagogues, abandoned gasworks, dock cranes, suburban gardens, East End markets, Hawksmoor churches, a Gothic cinema and twenty-seven different pubs, it is a portrait of the soul of a place, from a writer of genius.

The Graun review features the line It is a wonder in itself. Compact – 280 pages with index – and yet enormous in scope, it is a detailed vision of a city, and what a city should be like, that has never been bettered.

They've met me three times.

Comments

[hairyears]

Wot redbird sed.

Keepers, clearly.