Head Space Daily Words...

Today I made a cup of tea in your everyday, nondescript office kitchen. A half drunk brew on the worktop, a near empty bottle of fairy liquid standing guard over two soiled sponges that have seen better days. The difference between this everyday, nondescript kitchen and other everyday, nondescript kitchens, is the sight of eleven yellow antennae poking skywards from the O2 Arena, transplanted next to the river, like a huge alien mothership, satisfying its appetite by devouring a distant string of never ending cable cars...