Picture the scene. I'm standing on a huge overpass with cars and lorries flying past at tremendous speed, spewing toxic filth in to the already filthy air. In the near distance is a huge pile of rotting debris that is being incinerated at a frantic pace as more lorries arrive carrying more stinking rubbish.
Behind this festering mound is another festering mound only this one cost us in excess of two million pounds. The millenium dome imposes itself on the skyline like a zit on the face of an already self concious teenager. This massive blip serves only to remind us that our government is more than willing to squander our money on frivalous follies rather than tackle real problems. The emptiness of the gesture matched only by the contents of the dome.
In the distance stand the real vestigaes of power. Several huge glass skyscapers emblazened with corporate logos. These buildings truely dominate the landscape as those within them dominate our lives. the intimidating structures watch over London like military watch towers on the west bank, they scream power and authority, for them the perfect image.
I turn to look behind me and see four grey, austier warships sporting national flags. I turn away again quickly. Take me home.