Free Blog: CASTING COUCH TEENS Half way along this narrow waterside walk I stopped and sat on a bench. Across the river the three towers of Canary Wharf stood as silent salutes, to my right the white roof of the Dome surrounded by its crown of golden spikes caught the last of the sun. It was peaceful and serene, just right for the reflective mood I found myself in. The years had passed so quickly, so quickly I felt only half of my age, 50 seemed old even to me.
