Welcome to Shepherd's Bush! (or how Captain Goldtop eventualy reveals himself to London)

For the residents of the Democratic Republic of Hammersmith and Fulham, I come in peace, with an this alien development that has now been inserted into your most eclectic neighbourhood, Shepherd's Bush. What is currently a locale that is a thriving hub of culture, a fusion of funk and seemingly oblivious to the credit crunch has now been taken over by me, Captain Goldtop.

Yes, welcome to Shopping Mall W12, a place devoid of culture, filled with a distinct lack of fun and extremely susceptible to the credit crunch. But who cares, with over 40 eateries (all Brake Bros./3663 filler to pop in the re-heater and hey presto it is done cuisine) tons of shops and of course open until 10pm, it is to die, Die, DIE for darling!



There are no Somalis/Ethiopians/Poles/Indians/Arabs/Iranians to be seen unless they are behind a till serving your shopping needs. For we could not have a thriving community by the Green making a success out of one of our most deprived areas and botched up pieces of planning from the 1960's. Nor could we see our former Olympic site now an essential piece of industrial land in West London go to waste. So here at the Milky Democratic Plov Republic of Hammersmith and Fulham I have pursuaded your former masters to let this:



take over your planet. And yes, it is the Space Ship that I, Captain Goldtop use! This was the true reason why this place was built. Yes, it is not only to facilitate the invasion of Earth, but also the invasion of your soul. There is no need to believe, when everything can be bought, even happiness and joy! Yes, it is Westfieled, it is here to stay, and you better get used to it! Hahaha!