No-one knows the price of a loaf of bread any more. Or a pint of milk. No-one knows what a pint is come to think of it…
Check out my sartorial elegance. The rest of you don’t even get as much as a mention. Bunch a’ loosers. You want to look good, get yourself a decent suit – tailored, not your off-the-rack rubbish. And the tie is the clincher. Got that?
And a haircut. And a beard.
Over and out. Got cool stuff to do.
Three large ladies discussing something of great import. Notice the inward lean of the woman with the pram (although I totally understand if you mistook it for a Sinclair C5). If you studied the image long enough to form that (sadly mistaken) impression, you will doubtless have noticed the hand-on-hip stance of her opposing partner in conversation. What matter, you may well ask, would captivate this trio so? Food or something. How would I know? I was miles away at the time.
Quick sketch with a sharpie. The train arrived about 2 minutes after I started.
Like many people, this young man has oddly sized feet. It’s very common to have one slightly larger than the other. As casually dressed as he was, this guy was pin-sharp when it came to clothing. I couldn’t see a crease, but would almost swear that his jeans were ironed. Still, he’s cool.