Article on the Finsbury Square Information Tent







For the last fortnight I have been wearing earplugs. The drilling in the adjacent building starts around 730am and is perceived by some as a direct provocation. It is ok for me though- the rat-a-tat-tat penetrates the earplugs in a way that the London buses, taxis, sirens, diesel generator and chatting of my fellow campers does not. And by now my subconscious knows it is time to wake up, dragging me out of whatever dream I might be meandering in and opening my eyes to judge the weather by the shade of blue on the tent canvas.

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