Cruising around Bermondsey I couldn’t stop thinking of biscuits. Usually my hyperactive mind starts overcoming its ADD around the early afternoon and the different voices talking inside my head are harnessed in the single adequate transmission of their master. By this time of the day, my London tour brought me in front of that massive Victorian industrial park. The sign read “Biscuit factory”.
“Master should write about this,” the voice said.
“Wait, what should I write about?”
“It’s not cookies for sure.”
Few meters ahead, there was the sign with the monkey on it. Now that was something familiar. The Arch Climbing Wall! Without further hesitation, I entered the yard.
“BINGO! A bouldering wall! Master knows he cannot resist,” the voice was giggling.
“Shut up!” I responded.