Looking up

I have penetrated the city. The effort put my back out (hopefully not to seriously as the Warfdale beckons on the weekend). I am now to be found at the bottom end of Colombo Street; the 'Lombo Laps beckoning me as the nights draw near, the dull thump of a muffled base line like a siren of the streets.
Did I mention that it is a fantastic house-flattie combo? Very luck I know. Thank you.