One thing about MacInnes and his teenage Absolute Beginner, they certainly appreciate their London, both the people and the material city with its light and rivers and geography. On certain days how can you not?
On the South Bank the other day the light brought out the richness of the Portland stone back wall of the Festival Hall:
While along the river it struck me more forcibly than before how terrific all those masts and cables are that form the superstructure of the Hungerford footbridge (with the old steel railway bridge behind it). There were plenty of masts and poles along there in 1951 too, in the Festival of Britain.