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.