At the Diner, Friday night:



Hoxton indie boy in tight red T: This is so not life at all

Saturday night at Pizza Express:


Mother: Don't you know I'll be there?
Amanda: Whenever you need me? Jesus, plastic sounding Jackson shit mother.

Friday night at NOBU:

Middle aged guy to his young Asian companion: I prefer a slice to a snip.
Young Asian guy to his middle aged companion: We* only have another 50 minutes.

*I might have misheard, it could have been you only have another 50 minutes....

Tuesday night at the Northgate, N1:



Lady 1: They'll be moving around trying to avoid the troubles
Lady 2: I just don't want to give into that stuff.

Friday 13th, in Tower 42:


Woman to a lover: Is it worth it? A new winter coat and shoes for the wife...
Lover to a wife: And a bicycle on the boy's birthday?

Sunday on the Eurostar, Paris to London (23 mins out of Paris)




French Guy to English BF: All things he ever wished are left behind
English BF to French Guy: The talks he never had and grown-up places he never went...
French Guy to English BF: C'est tragique!

Friday night, at the pub (Cheshire Cheese):



Guy 1: Ouch, I'm gonna be your bruise!
Guy 2: Fcuk off.

Thursday night, St. JOHN Restaurant, Smithfield:



Katie: Feels like I've been outside myself for so long.
Scott: We'll miss you, Katie.

Monday, at lunch in Gaucho Grill (Smithfield Market):



Man 1: We all get it in the end.
Man 2: Yes, we do.
Man 1: I rather like it in the end... Do you like the beef?

Saturday night in Blush, Stoke Newington admiring a picture:



Girl 1: Isn't she the one with the wet pussy?
Girl 2: That's right it's Mrs Slocombe from Are You Being Served

At the OXO Tower Restaurant, Saturday night:



Girl to Guy: I fancy the taste of something creamy...

On the 73 from Angel to Essex Road, Saturday afternoon:



m8 to m8 on bus: You might as well take it, we think that you should.

Saturday morning, at the cafe (sitting not too far from the toilet):



Guy to girl: What are you having? I'm having a number 2.
Girl to guy: Me too, I'm having a number 2.

At the Barbican Pit theatre bar, Saturday night:



Guy on phone: It's made me extremely wary of big bulls...

In the City, Friday:



Guy to girl: I'm so looking forward to going home tonight and having nothing on.
[both look at each other and giggle]

Guy to girl: What I mean is I'm so looking forward to going home tonight and not having anything planned - not going home tonight and being naked!

On the train. Manor Park to Liverpool St:



Guy to daughter: Are you getting enough air?

Thursday night in central London:



Guy 1: As if it was out of clear blue skies. But you know, I'm not ready to challenge him. Yet.

Tuesday night on the 76 bus on Fleet Street:



Guy on phone: That's delta, charlie, delta.

On the 341 bus to Angel, Sunday morning.


Man on bus to girl companion: But I'm never sure what I can take for it.

On the Metropolitan line, saturday afternoon:


Girl on phone (to bf?): You don't care about that she'll forget about...it's easy with you!