invasion of Oxford under way
Just past mid day. Thirteen military helicopters grind over, line astern, west up the river. It’s been bedlam all morning. I phone someone, point the phone into the air & shout, “Can you hear this ? Can you hear it ? Thirteen military helicopters!” I turn on BBC 24 hour news-related fictions at the same time, but it doesn’t say Oxford has been invaded by alien machines that resemble airstream trailers reflected in a circus mirror in Arizona in 1958 etc etc, so I get back to work. Just as I start a new paragraph another helicopter trudges past after the others. It’s grey. It’s piecing up the air. It’s a long way behind but it doesn’t seem to be hurrying to catch up. You see a lot of helicopters when you live in Barnes.