Thursday 18 June 2009

• A middle aged man in a suit, caught in an embrace by a tall and elegant hooker - without realising what he'd got himself into. On having the photographer across the road pointed out to him by the aforementioned lady of the night he whirled around, still clasped in her arms, spotted the insalubrious doorway behind him and broke free - dashing down the street with a cry of 'I am NOT doing THAT' trailing behind him. Such merriment.
• Darth Vader, in a floral frock, on a Dutch bike.
• Meeting a variety of interesting people - culminating in Gavin the Irish poet with mad eyes and a handlebar moustache, reciting at me while I was sitting on the bonnet of somebody's car drinking a bottle of beer.
• Brandy and coffee on the front step, dissecting the night that had gone by, wrapped around a warm body and full mug to keep the chill air out.
• Belly laughs at work.