London, Under Ground (British GQ)

It’s a pale grey February morning in Woolwich, east London, and in an enormous concrete hole in the ground, Mary is stirring. It starts with an ominous rumble, audible over the ever-present thrum of ventilation shafts overhead. Then there’s the rushing of water in pipes, following by the rapidclink-clink-clink, like an umbrella tip striking a […]

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