On the Tube, Monday morning before Christmas:



Ginger's very good for you this time of year.

Saturday morning, 4.23am, online:



I don't want to be known as a gay rugby player. I am a rugby player first and foremost. I am a man.

Misheard on Saturday night in Shoreditch:



There's a crack in every pavement, underneath there is a bitch

Heathrow Airport, T5 - Wednesday last week:



I like to sew the seeds of love...

Wednesday evening, Carlton International Cannes:



In the Celebrities Bar: Qui a gagne?

At City airport, Friday:



Woman to Man: I was careful every single time

At the British Museum, Sunday afternoon:



Man: I never felt I'd escape being sucked all the way down

Sunday morning, on public transport in London:



Man in blue uniform, unhelpfully: These are just the rules and regulations

Sunday in the Marais:



Guy 1: J'aimerais réaliser un fantasme auquel je pense de plus en plus : faire l'amour dans un lieu publique

Guy 2: Mmm. Moi aussi.

On the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral


Lad to Dad: It's ever so itchy...

At Heathrow T5, Saturday morning:



Guy 1: Where there's truth there will be lies

Outside Burlington Arcade, Friday lunchtime:



I think reason plays no part

AirFrance flight 5171



There's a real skill and technique to it

Friday on the Eurostar:


You're the main attraction, right?

Tuesday at the bus stop, Old St roundabout:




I've done it so many times before.

Thursday night, Times Square:



But do you think it's good for the environment?

Thursday night at Little Oranges, Brick Lane:



I wish to be a patron.

Wednesday night at the NPG:



What happened to my brother?

At Shoreditch Park prom, on Friday night in the rain:



Sometimes, I don't even know why I bother...

On the tube to Moorgate (a snatch of clear conversation caught between the carriage rattling):



Fella to his mate: "......he's loose. Really loose..."