Sunday on flight BA1309 to Heathrow:


Guy to his male companion: There's no way they'll have to wait until Christmas.

Aux Trois Garcons Restaurant, Shoreditch:



Lady at a neighbouring table: Well, what would I know? I'm only your mother.

On the train, Moorgate:



Guy on phone: He's a monster. But I don't mind.

Friday night, on the train at Finsbury Park:



Youth#1: It's remarkably popular in a country like China