For Margaret: a cab-firm proudly labelling their cars ”Wedding Taxi´s”.
A middle-aged, worn woman at the bus-stop early one morning, who was reading a book called Tempt me to Darkness. The cover showed some very tasteful flesh and promised hinted pleasures over boxes of chocolate inside.
A balloon, flying happy and red on the roof of Spitalfield Market, lost, lost, by a small hand.
A private hire cab driver outside a theatre premiere in the West End, who on his passenger seat had a laptop that seemed to be showing gay porn while he was waiting for his client to come out.
A sign: Dulwich Ukulele Group looking for more interested members!.
Seen. In London. And all these faces. All, so many, so varied, and most of them, so human.
