I’VE BEEN TO Jerusalem and I’ve been to Mexico, but until this week, I’d never been to Prescot Street, near the Tower of London. It took me a while to realise why I was initially overcome with such a sense of ugliness inside the English Martyrs, Prescot Street. It wasn’t the architecture at all, which is eccentric but impressive. The negative forces were the hot day and the fitted carpet. I dislike fitted carpets in most churches, and the hot day made me fractious and ready to project the hated carpet (which wasn’t even dirty) onto everything else there.
Lots of things are dangerous: the sea, stairs, lions…
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