Old Street, late at night.
I'm pretty sure this homeless man was Hitchhiking under the Big Top, shall we say.
You know - 'washing the goose's neck' - yoghurt slinging; wrestling with cyclops - under his duvet.
The focus of his attention seemed to be a line of attractive youngsters queuing up in their skimpy party clobber.
They seemed unaware there was (fairly frenzied) self-abuse at close-quarters and as usual it was just me that did a double-take, searing the awful image onto my retinas for all time.
I'm pretty sure this homeless man was Hitchhiking under the Big Top, shall we say.
You know - 'washing the goose's neck' - yoghurt slinging; wrestling with cyclops - under his duvet.
The focus of his attention seemed to be a line of attractive youngsters queuing up in their skimpy party clobber.
They seemed unaware there was (fairly frenzied) self-abuse at close-quarters and as usual it was just me that did a double-take, searing the awful image onto my retinas for all time.
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