The other day while walking through Lincoln’s Inn Fields I spotted a bust of Lenin and a VR Type B pillarbox – placed near enough in a rose bed – that weren’t there the week before. Turns out the park was a location for an expensive advert (“To be on your TV soon” I was told by a burly security guard who wasn’t giving anything away). P
In the sweltering Saturday spring sunshine a lone man plays a steady beat on some kitchenware and two large water containers which when all packed away neatly fit in (and out of) a suitcase. What was mad was that the cowbell sounding melody was played on some small pots you’d probably boil milk in.
Today his patch was at the entrance to the Millennium Bridge. The Jehovah’s Witnesses opposite didn’t seem too impressed with his noise but it sounded good to us! P