Lady Moonglow's blog

It was a dark night in the city of London. Big Ben gonged loudly- its glowing face showed that it was twelve at midnight. Few cars traveled on the roads at this late hour. The numbers of people, though, were many- punks spray painting the once-spotless walls of the council flats, late night shoppers walking like zombies into the 24-hour superstores, drunken people singing the sorrows of their life to strangers, men wandering around aimlessly after being kicked out by their wives- yes, it was another night in London with people bustling about.