Morning

There really is nothing like a hearty breakfast of neurofen, a rasher sandwich and a bottle of lucozade....

Anyway, while I was on the tube last night, gently swaying back and forth and full as a tick on wine, I took a notion that I am some sort of Garance or Sartorialist and promptly started taking "crafty" photos of my fellow passengers. I can only imagine what the fella sitting beside me thought I was at.

I am a creep!

So here they are, my wonderful photos, artfully taken on my crap camera phone.

I am fairly certain that it was that man's jewellery I took a shine to and not his crotch...