Its here. Its arrived. The answer to all our troubles, cares and woes. No more recession, no more financial insecurity, no more banks screwing us over, bankers getting squllions of pounds in undeserved bonuses, no more massive national debt, underpaid firemen going on strike on Guy Fawkes weekend, no more corrupt politicians, tax dodgers, gangs and crime or Arsenal being top of the league. It all over.

We’re getting a new bridge in London. Not just any bridge; a Garden Bridge. Wow. Its a bridge across the river, but its full of trees and shrubs and bushes and shit. Brilliant. So I can mow them down when I speed across it in my usual desperate haste to get OUT OF SOUTH LONDON as fast as possible back to the reassuring niceness of the northern shores.

Oh. Its not for cars. Its for flowers. Oh. Whass’a point then? Well if its not for cars, why not just build 3/4s of a bridge and stop it 50 yards short of the South Bank so only those in the north can use it. And we can stand there waving insolently at the massed rabble on the other side who are denied access.

But some would say ‘that’s not really the point’.

I love bridges and I love London and I’m even rather partial to a park or two; so this seems like some kind of heavenly thing.

Therefore, despite the 150 million pound estimate (ergo: it will cost 450 million), I think its a brilliant idea. It’ll be like the High Line in New York. Which is a disused railway line that runs over the Meatpacking District which they’ve converted into a fabulous walkway  full of all that greenery and stuff. But that one only offers wonderful views of Manhattan, whereas our Garden Bridge will have views of London as it crosses between the South Bank Centre (the almost acceptable face of Sarf London) to the Temple and on towards Covent Garden.

Its a lovely morning here, so I spent an hour and a half at Tai Chi kicking people veeeerrrrrrrryyyyyyy slooooooowly, then tennis in the sunshine, which was indeed unexpected, and now I’m going to dream of bridges over the Thames.

Work, work, work.

Then football. And rugby.

I’m living the dream.

 

Happy saturday,

 

A xxxx