Sunday Morning - "God's Sake", on the tube

 A woman under pressure:   Can you please stop talking, can you please...

Cannes, Friday week

Guy on iPhone:   I don't want to loose you again

Wednesday Virgin Train, Manchester-London

Man in suit on phone: I'm the executive director of operations

Friday night on the Piccadilly Line:


Two guys, one describing to the other: Rub it all inside the meat. Massage it all in... so it's sticking

Friday night on the Victoria Line:



Boy on tube: This one was as big as a grapefruit.

Tuesday afternoon, Selfridges:


Guy on i: I only knew you for a time

Friday night at Din.ner



Table chat: Mine is a dignified and sober authority

Saturday afternoon at Le Nemours:


Tourist #1: Which way to the Palais Royal Gardens, s'il vous plait?

Saturday night at the National:



Male 1 to male 2: We were almost there....

Friday night on the 29 bus:


Man #1: It's been a remarkable 18 days.

Sunday afternoon, at Sadlers Wells:



Etienne, on iPhone4: But, though, I'm certain I've fallen in love...

Thursday night, Piccadilly Line:


# Guy on phone: He's just 10 years old. 10 years old.

Kings Cross/St Pancras, Friday night:



Guy to guy: I'll show you something to make you change your mind.

Geneva Airport arrivals, Christmas Eve:

Ski Guy to Ski Buddy: You'll need some really thick socks...

London City Airport, Thursday morning:


Guy on mobile: It's really cold up north. You would feel the benefit from some real fur...

At Dame Elton's charity WAD lunch:


Discussion between two gentlemen: Think before your drive - and wrap up warm. Don't even get behind the wheel without a blanket.

On the (packed) train to Moorgate, Tuesday:


Girl in red coat to boyfriend: I really want to touch your arse...

Friday night on the Underground (Piccadilly Line from Finsbury Park):



Guy to guy chat: I love that move with the hitcher. I think it's called the Hitcher. Or the Hitchhiker.

On the 341 bus to Ikea:


Woman on phone: I hate Hallowe'en.

Thursday Night, at RADA:


A man: The night for me is not romantic...

Tate Modern, Friday afternoon:



Guy on iPhone: I've got a lot going on today

Sunday (Afternoon) In The Park:



George: It's such a lovely feeling...

Friday night, on the street



Some guy: My mother tells me... I should go and get a real job

Overseen SMS text, Sunday afternoon:



...I have no problem with anal...

At Shoreditch House, Wednesday pm.



Guy at the bar, whisky glass in hand: FCUK the Pope.

Saturday morning on the bus:



...: Quite frankly, you can't hide dirty underwear anymore

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

On the 29 Bus from Camden 2am Saturday morning:



Keebab eating guy to stranger: It's nice to have a challenge

On the no. 29 bus:



Guy to friend: Soon it's going to rain...

It's now almost 40 years later...

On the radio (someone else's, on the bus), 5.47pm:



You are Gold (gold).

Wednesday on the train:



Well, blow me.

Wednesday on the train



Guy on phone: Yeah, he really gets on my tits.

Saturday morning, at the bus stop:



#Girl on phone:I was rescued by a knock on the door. Three men asking if I could come.

Tuesday lunchtime, Berkeley Square W1:


Guy on mobile: People seemed to like the view.

At 3.24am:

Reporter: I'm outside a nightspot in Cairo, popular with homosexual men

Good Friday at London City Airport:


Girl#1: I hope you're happy, I hope you're happy now.

Wednesday night, at OXO Tower Restaurant:



Man#1: They're not rich and they're not poor either.
Man#2: Huh?

On the 141 from Green Lanes, Thursday night:


Man on bus (upper deck): She's alive. She's alive!

Saturday night at the Young Vic:



German guy: For many years in London we had wonderful parties - on a Sunday.

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?

On the 141 bus, Old St to home, New Year's Eve 2009



Girl on phone (not an iPhone): Yeah, all my friends are going to a house party, but I don't want to go to the party of some girl who got off with my boyfriend...

Christmas Eve, at the baker shop:



And fit aboot the double shortbread? You'll be haein' it see'n as it's the weekend?