I see the BT tower everyday. It peaks into view as I turn the RIBA corner and some days if misty it hides behinds swathes of clouds.
Only to reveal a B. Or a T.
Granta published a short story where the main character is afraid of the tower. She has to be careful that she doesn’t meet people nearby and if in central London she looks straight ahead so as not to chance a view. A strange tale but memorable!
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