Three weeks ago I arrived back in London where fifty-four years ago I was one of the Piccadilly Circus boys, The purpose of this return is that it is the subject of the final chapter of a book completed last year about my youthful experience of life on the street. Initially and contrary to what I was expecting, I felt a great joy stepping out of the Piccadilly Circus tube station, but in the following week that was followed by a serious crash.
It’s left me numb and a bit shell shocked, and in that state of mind, it’s best to be still and avoid overthinking. So, cleared this space, and will go about rebuilding this blog next week when I’ll be back in Sydney.
