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.