A Christmas tale

Cycling into work last night (was doing one last shift at the Indy), I was stopped outside South Quay station (near Canary Wharf) by a 30-something Sri Lankan man, with a strong accident, who asked me, in tones of some shock, where he could find a church.

Now in the temple of Mammon that is Canary Wharf, that is quite a question. I sent him off to the older area of the Isle of Dogs which, looking at the map, I see was more or less the right direction. (Although whether any church would have been open would be another question.)

A church, in London, at Christmas. What an odd request. Not one a local is likely to be making.