I sat on the eastern shore of Europe with a dripping kebab in my hand watching the full moon rise over Asia in a very pink dusk and thought “what a load of bollocks”…. nah I didn’t really.. although after a windless day the air above the city had a decidedly smoggy tinge to it, in part from the traffic and also, in large part I suspect, from the rusty old soviet-era buckets chugging their …
