There is a rather lonely statue of the Duke of Bedford at Russell Square. I love Russell Square, its surrounded with such a huge amount of history, education and the world. British Museum is a stone’s throw away, SOAS is next door, the Russell Hotel is one side. Lovely place. And its full of squirrels. The cafe is a bit manky, but a nice place to while away some good times. At one time, the Duke of Bedford owned some serious chunks of real estate around here and this statue was erected. Now, besides some pigeons and some weird boys like me, he is forgotten.