76 Bus to Moorgate, Friday evening



Girl on mobile: I don't like a man with too many muscles.

Friday lunchtime, at the Gaucho Grill:


It's hard to think straight when you're hungry

Friday morning at T5 Heathrow:



Man on phone: Anger, and frustration...

Friday at the Coq d'Argent



City suited guy: Fcuk! That means I've missed the ballot for Wimbledon this year.

Saturday morning, in the queue buying the paper:



Man to shopkeeper: ...but is it two thousand and ten or twenty-ten?