Reflections on the “golden days” of the Evening Standard.
Ah the heady days of mid-90s London. You capture it well. Reading the Standard on the tube on the way home was a ritual.
Yes, alas those days are gone, though you do very occasionally see someone reading a book on the tube
Ah the heady days of mid-90s London. You capture it well. Reading the Standard on the tube on the way home was a ritual.
Yes, alas those days are gone, though you do very occasionally see someone reading a book on the tube