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Stubbed out

Stubbed out

I was sat in a bar in Old Street when I glanced out the window. I had to make another glance to make sure I had seen what I thought I had. As you can see from this photo all I could see was a life size cigarette moving around.

A walking talking cigarette

A walking talking cigarette

It wasn’t for another 10 minutes until it moved did I see some human legs, I have no idea why it was hanging out on a derelict street by a waste bin.

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Now at least the horse had some kind of logical reason for being in Spitalfields in the previous post.

These donkeys however have no reason to be outside Greenwich park on a rainy day. This was a very obscure area of Greenwich park too where no-one was really around. Donkey rides should be on a sunny beach only.

Just what I was after, a donkey ride

Just what I was after, a donkey ride

Why is there 1 horse on it's own in the market?

Why is there 1 horse on it's own in the market?

I was on my lunch break recently and went to get some food from Spitalfields market. As I made my way I suddenly noticed a horse on it’s own in the market. This may seem normal in some markets but not here. You rarely see animals in central London, apart from the Zoo and especially here! So I took a photo of the horse not really knowing what it was doing here because no-one nearby seemed to be connected to the horse.

Oh it's clear now, the horse was waiting for a knight in shining armour

Oh it's clear now, the horse was waiting for a knight in shining armour

I got my lunch and walked back past the horse and soon discovered a knight on top of the horse! Actually this did make sense, because I soon remembered it was St George’s Day and this must have been a publicity stunt. Still though, it’s not everyday you see a knight on a horse in the financial hotspot of Spitalfields!!

This happened a few years ago, but I recently found these photos and had to post it. A few mates and myself were at the Camden Crawl walking towards Koko. It’s a little tricky to work out what happened here from the photos but I shall try my best to describe.

Hanging out in a big wheel

Hanging out in a big wheel

One angry man with a passion for sandwiches

One angry man with a passion for sandwiches

We noticed a big wheel – with it being a music festival thought it was a piece of artwork/monument type thing – and decided to stand in it. We then decided to get some silly photos taken with us sat in the wheel.

Suddenly this bloke comes running over really angrily from nowhere (he’s the guy pictured in the grey shirt in the photo directly above) shouting ‘GET OFF MY SANDWICHES!!! THEY’RE MINE!!!’ We weren’t exactly sure if he was talking to us but we were then suddenly ushered out of the wheel so he could get his sandwiches – he did not find it funny.

This is someone who passionately likes a sandwich, but someone who leaves them in the most bizarre place – a giant wheel in Camden.

Is it ever to early to get a real Christmas tree?

Is it ever to early to get a real Christmas tree?

No this can’t be true? You’ll probably thinking I’ve edited this photo in photoshop or something? Well I can tell you now you are not seeing things.

You see this is a photo taken in June last year, of a shop (in Brighton again) selling real Christmas trees. Just look at that glorious blue sky!

In recent years I have always had a a fake Christmas tree, but from what I can remember from being a lot younger (when my family bought a real Christmas tree each year) the pines started to fall off the tree after just a few days. So if you bought one in June how would it last until December? Plus you would have to keep it in the garden or in your home and water it to keep it alive. I’d love to ask them how many trees they sold a week.

Slightly on this subject, the off licence near to where I used to live in Palmers Green always had this expensive bottle of champagne that cost £500 a bottle. It was in a tattered box high up balancing on a shelf behind the counter. One day I tried to get out of them how many they sold of these a year – they could only laugh and wouldn’t give me an answer – and from this I expect none have ever been sold! Who on earth in their right mind would buy a £500 bottle of champagne from an off licence in Palmers Green???

You can't say you get nothing for free in this world

You can't say you get nothing for free in this world

If you could just picture this scene inside my head for a moment – a couple are driving around Brighton with their dog Bruno. They are trying to choose a place to wash their car when they suddenly see the deal clincher.They spot the dog bowl in the picture above, ‘a complimentary dog bowl my dear! this is a deal we can’t turn down!’

No I can’t see this happening either, no matter how good the dog bowl is. In this case the dog bowl is a small rubbish bit of plastic, the water is warm from being in the sun and there is a fly in there. In fact the state of this dog bowl would make me want to choose somewhere else instead.

This photo was taken outside a car wash near the harbour in Brighton last summer.

I promise I won't

I promise I won't

Now where would find a sign like this? Seriously where would you put a sign saying to lay off the hippies? I suppose a place where there are a lot of hippies around (to warrant the sign) but are also victimised because of their hippy nature?

Well, not really, it was on the door of the men’s toilets (it was not on the women’s toilets) of an old man’s pub in Brighton. Obviously the owner of this pub really felt there was a cause to fight for – the defending of hippies being teased.

Good job that sign was there to remind me, I had almost forgot. Silly me!

I never intended to!

I never intended to!

I think I might as well do a few posts in succession on my love for unusual signs, as the last post was a sign related post. You should have seen this theme coming, it was… SIGN POSTed.

Anyway, enough rubbish jokes, onto more rubbish signs. This one was taken on the 3rd floor of a hostel in Lancaster Gate… in a kitchen, where the window barely opened. I suppose pigeons must have got in through the window before or else this sign wouldn’t have been put up.

My point is if a sign has to be put up here, why is there not a ‘do not feed the pigeons’ sign next to every window in the whole of London or even any place with a pigeon. I also hope that if a pigeon came into your kitchen, especially while cooking your reaction would not be ‘awwww look at the cute pigeon, wait there pigeon I’ll just get some great tasting Kingsmill bread for you to eat. You can stay for the night if you want pigeon or just pop off later up to you?’ I hope most people’s reaction would be to get the pigeon out of the room asap!

The thought never crossed my mind

The thought never crossed my mind

It’s very simple this post. A sign inside a phone box in Baker Street underground station stating ‘do not store rubbish bags in this phone box.’

A few points to consider – firstly, who would have a rubbish bag on them to leave in a phone box in an undergound station? Secondly had this problem got that bad it warranted a sign being put up? Third and finally, if you can’t store rubbish in this phone box, does this mean there is a nearby phone box you can store rubbish in?

Either way, the sign must have worked as there was no rubbish bags in that phone box when I took this photo.

This whole story began a few years ago back home in Worcester. I was on a night out with some friends and we ended up going to Gonzos nightclub. It was a standard night until just after midnight when something unexpected ran past me as I was sat on the couch.

It was a cat! How did a cat get into a nightclub?? The cat then decided to sit on the armchair next to me – yes not only do I attract weird people I attract weird animals too. Being tipsy and loving opportunities like these I decided to get several photos with the cat.

Me and Gonzo working the camera

Me and Gonzo working the camera

Everyone loves Gonzo

Everyone loves Gonzo

That night we decided to name him between ourselves – Gonzo, after the nightclub. A Facebook page was set up and he was a very popular social networking cat.

The thing was, a cat in the nightclub, you would expect that to be a one off. Well… it wasn’t. It turned out Gonzo was a regular shape thrower with all the other nightclub scenesters! While I was back in London my friends informed me they had seen Gonzo a few more times when they went back to this club.

A year had passed since I had been back to the scene of the crime, but here I was, about to enter Gonzo nightclub again. Will I see Gonzo the cat a year later?? Will I? Well not only did I see him, he’s such a focal point of the nightclub he now even has his own stool!!

Gonzo's throne

Gonzo's throne