Canary Wharf

Today I had meetings at Canary Wharf, which is a collection of highrise office buildings on an island. It's like a giant office park inside the city--with a population of well dressed, powerful people. It reeks of privilege. Two men walked by me in a restaurant wearing expensive suits, one with horn-rimmed glasses and slicked back hair. It made me think of Auden's Epitaph on a Tyrant:

"When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets."

One of my meetings was with David Murray, my former manager at Preventable Surprises. He now works with Article 25, a non profit made up of humanitarian architects, who build housing and schools in Haiti, Pakistan, and Tanzaniya. David is on fire with his enthusiasm for the organisation and all it's doing. It's great to see him so happy. His office is on the 34th floor of one of the office towers, so I got a great view. Sadly, I forgot my phone on this trip, so no photos.

From Canary Wharf, I hopped on the light rail to nearby London City Airport, from where I flew home to Belfast and my wee Paddy.

March 21