“My shoes made a familiar sound on the cement paving. A pigeon near South Kensington tube station was eating a chicken leg; from Kentucky, by the looks of it. I kicked out at it. It flew a few metres and then went back to it. I warned the bird that cannibalism was the enemy of progress and that eating our American allies wasn’t going to solve anything. It was deaf to the advice.” Continue reading In the Same Space, by M Blackman