On my way to work... Josh style.

London, town of many faces. Known for it's long shadows, tiny viens, untidy lanes and silly, silly attempts at looking united, because it's not really a show of people getting on, more like people getting on with it. Really.

Here's a collection of what's it's had to show me over the last two weeks.





We're beinig spied on by rainbow bedroom slips. They push their noses up on the window and glare at us, threaten us with slavery and slow death they eventually take over the world, but do we care? No. How could we, when they look so cuuuuuuuuuute (exaggerated 'cute' donated by random passing citypeeps.)




This is Rachel

To Get her to smile this nicely, at you, admit Titanic was made in Ammonia's armpit.




5pm. Holborn. Skanky panty on street.



There is a version of all Seven Wonders in the World in hackney. Case in point: Leaning Bus Stop of Mare Street.





And finally, Maria, the FreeWord Centre Receptionist. She went on holiday to Translyvania
and is now convinced all tall people with cameras are vampires.
something about 'tryingtosuckmysoulGETAWAYGETAWAY!' Strange people.

More to come. I think. Yay.