Yesterday i was on the train going through london and i happened to look over the shoulder of an alien who was sitting infront of me. He was writing a report of his first impressions of london. This is what it said...

This ancient land lies barren and stipped of life. The inhabitants have long ago been turned to stone by their Gods and now sit motionless among the charred and thirsty plant life. Birds fly between the huge and dirty stone creatures. (i think he was talking about the buildings...)

Some areas are green and glassy with hugh winged beasts caught high up in motion.

Some areas are dirty and the beasts are covered in eyes.
(perhaps he meant windows)

Colourful metalic beatles scuttle about between the mounds of stone and rule over the unevolved and unprotected worm like creatures who live like insects inside the corpses of stone.

Where creatures of old have shed their skin, skeletal structures still stand and are used by the wormy creatures to grow their plants.

Around the city lie many tall thin creatures usually with one eye. They are trapped in eternal torture, for inside they are still alive, and watching the world go by. Their light shines on whatever they fixed their gaze when they were turned to stone.

I might have to get some photos for anyone who has no imagination!