And that’s fine by us as we’re both caffeine addicts!

I was out today with a photographer doing a shoot for my big super-dooper project (more on that in a later post as I am under NDA), and we passed this. I had to take a picture for the blog because I am such a naughty man! 

Please spend a penny in the old man’s hat.

I was driving around Pinner tonight and saw this house. I nearly crashed my car staring at the incredible amount of work that had gone into this work off superlative illumination.

Have you seen anything similar? Can you beat this masterpiece with something you’ve seen? Send me a photo and I’ll put it up here!

Rebecca and I were walking to the station this morning and saw this!

I have no idea how this car got flipped like this; we couldn’t see any obvious impact marks and there didn’t appear to be any other cars…

Micro tornado, maybe?

It appears the people in the car got out safely…

I’ve been a little bit introspective recently. I’ve had a few things on at work, a cold and a new PC to build. I’ll try and get to my blog again soon.

But I noticed this old gent on the Tube (Jubilee Line approaching Waterloo) the other day and thought I’d post it up. I liked how he was a proper “old-school” chap in pinstripes and carrying a brolly, but was tapping away on his smartphone like a teenager.

I like this picture as well because you can clearly see everyone’s personal space is clearly, yet unconsciously, defined; right down to the chap on the right’s enormous paper staying right within his personal space bubble.

Aren’t these things endangered?

I was taking a stroll through Borough Market with my friend, Mobin, and we came across this Porbeagle Shark. Apparently, it makes good eating and is a good challenge to a sports fisherman, but I couldn’t help feeling sad that such a beautiful creature is now sitting in central London covered with flies.

Poetically enough, a lovely butterfly made its home on the greenery next to the shark.

I’m working at a client site in Borough High Street and saw this as I was heading home. The chap is one of the hundreds of people paid to hand out free copies of The London Paper (owned by the same people who publish the Times and the Sun). Nothing wrong with that, except look where he’s standing: right in front of a newspaper shop.

As it happens, I was planning to buy the Standard this evening anyway, so I ended up with two newspapers that day. Imagine if you owned that shop. I’d be complaining to News Corp pronto!

Call me soft if you like, but I love cats. This is despite being allergic to them even after trying accupuncture to cure the allergy.

I saw this cat sitting on this street corner this morning as if he owned the place and watching the humans foolishly scramble to and fro in their wage slavery. I’ve not seen him about before. Perhaps he as just declared his fiefdom here…

Coming back from holiday in Germany on Monday, I saw this nice little bit of accessorising; a free bag that came with Lucky Strikes:

The health warning was actually stitched onto the bag. This was clearly something that was meant to be part of the design. Clearly, the government-imposed warning labels have become part of the actual branding of the cigarette!

Are tobacco companies changing tack? Since they’ve now lost the struggle to keep the lethality of their product a secret, are they now embarking on a clever campaign to market cigarettes as the product of choice for the discerning risk-taker?

Will it become the new extreme sport, to rival BASE Jumping, river-rapid kayaking or bungee jumping?

Will it one day become the anti-establishment norm to smoke cigarettes, in the way that having piercings, a green Mohican or tattoos were?

Will we see a new raft of smoking-led body modifications? Watch out for the avant-garde gangrenous foot or the sexy and neckline-enhancing Tracheotomy hole, complete with alluring robotic voice.

Death Cigarettes were a little ahead of their time, but it wouldn’t surprise me if the tobacco companies start marketing their products with pictures of cancerous lungs, larynxes and premature babies.

On the corner of Golders Green Road and the North Circular, I came across this sad traffic light.

Of course, all was well with the world when the light went green again, but I pity the poor light, suffering a constant bipolar disorder of happy and sad every thirty seconds or so.