The lines are coming to us now.

What was it, again? A sight so touching in its majesty? Ah, of course! You’re right, we’re wrong – that was Westminster Bridge, not London Bridge. Well if Wordsworth could write poems about that, what’s stopping you from writing something similar about London Bridge? I can hear your inner muses now: a sight so miserable in all its ruin? Too depressing, you say? Indeed it is. Words are not always the harbingers of bad news, however. Check it – we have a word or two that might just lead to your salvation…

There was a bridge in Roman time due East of what now stands, across the river from the millennial growth and height lies a small plaque…