It was a cold & miserable evening, on this date in the year of our lord, 2000. I sat alone, late at night at Charing Cross Station, wrapped up in my tattered over-coat & watched the city.
This the spot where I saw #SpringHealedJack. Most don’t believe & I hardly believe it myself.
However, I can tell you now, I still see him clear as day, jumping across the buildings, the look of fire and I feel that sense of panic in my bones still.
