A gentle stroll as we head on to MI6, a ghastly looking building that is better forgotten - (Although I always loved the fact that everyone knew what it was and who was there but it never appeared in the Londoners bible A-Z). Instead, move on as the Thames shimmers underneath the Vauxhall Bridge.
Talking of bridges, further West the floodlights of Stamford Bridge fill the heart with joy and exuberance.
Even from this distance I can still hear The Shed singing:
"Out from The Shed came a rising young star, scoring goals past Pat Jennings from near and from far, when Cheslea won as we all knew they would, the star of that great team was Peter Osgood, Osgood, Osgood Osgood, Osgood Born is the king of Stamford Bridge!"
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