I don’t really have much to say today – not much that is blogworthy anyway. Following on from yesterday, I thought I’d take the Bakerloop up to Waterloo again. Today though, rather than crossing the river to come home from Westminster, I thought I’d trundle west along the river a bit – that is still an area of the city I don’t know much about. It started as quite a lovely roll, but I soon realised that the area I was heading into was becoming more and more built up. I eventually got as far as Battersea Power Station. I must say, however, that what I found there was astonishing: I last headed that way about three years ago, and even then I found the amount of money being poured into that area jaw-dropping. Heading that way again this afternoon, it had grown even more obscenely flamboyant and gentrified. Walking into the shopping mall was like being teleported to Dubai, not that I would ever buy anything from such a place. To get a glimpse of what I mean, watch this. Then again, it’s the same situation all across London: the whole city is turning into a kind of perverse, hyper-wealthy distortion of reality, in which the people who live here gradually are loosing their grip on what really matters.