Day 299, The Post Office Tower, day and night

Night and day, you are the one.

A 177 metre tall dark stranger looming over the city.
Part rotator, though not so much any more now there's no restaurant with public access.

An official secret until 1993, and wasn't shown on OS maps before then.  This was probably due to it being a giant sonic screwdriver left by The Doctor to protect London against marauding forces, cosmic or otherwise.  Clearly this didn't really work as the IRA used techniques to defeat it when they planted a bomb there in 1971.

Suffering a number of name changes, for me it will always be The Post Office Tower - which can be shortened to TPOT, pronounced Teapot.  How could the name ever be improved, answer me that, huh?  Don't answer, it can't.

So here it is by day, in the roaring traffic's boom.

Day and night, night and day.

And from the silence of my lonely room.

Day and night, night and day.

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