Building The Beast Stumbling down a muddy road in the 1950's on a new London overspill estate. Rain fell in buckets down my back dripping into my shirt cold and wet. Boarded up new terraced houses will soon be some body's home, now standing empty. Wind blowing shutter boards rattling against red brick window sills. Black L.C.C cast iron drainpipes and gutters. Across the road a man stands by a concrete lamppost shaped like a question mark not yet used. Trying to roll a cigarette his hands are wet the paper tears he shakes his wet head confused.