Wanted: A favor, in Brixton

I need a favor tomorrow. I need someone who will be willing to stand barefoot outside the shop tomorrow, so that I can do a few drawings of them and maybe a few photos. I am at your whim as to when you would have time...but I'm a bit desparate. A woman or a man in a suit preferred. Well, a woman in a suit most preferred...but I'm not actually fussy. I'm hopeful.

I'll be at work around the corner.

I'll swap the embarrassment for 1x rear brake cable, 1 x rear brake outer and a half link?!

Suit or 'smart / casual'?

*'What's my motivation?' *etc.

tempted to take the day off if you/jimbilly will install my truativ omnium crankset for magic beans

(they're not magic)

(in fact they're not even beans, all i have is a high five and a cheeky grin)

I've the day off tomorrow, so I wouldn't be able to instal cranks, but I would be able to sort out a brake cable and outer. If the half link is the one I think it is, you are out of luck.

The story is that I had a dream last night that I can't shake. I dreamed that when I got to work this morning I was wearing a suit the shop was painted black. Mog was outside, also in a suit, rolling a cigarette. I let myself into the shop, started getting ready for the day and realized that I was barefoot and decided to walk home to find my shoes. As I left the shop dawn was still happening, and I realized that I was in a suit and I didn't have any shoes because I was dead.

I thought my dream last night about Graham Norton being my hairdresser and giving me an extreme black bob was weird.

And then you woke up and you were Paul McCartney on Abbey Road?!

And Clefty, you''ve just trumped my response. If I bring one of G's wigs, can you model the extreme black bob at Souths?

I was really upset by it all day. So I've scrapped some of my plans for what I wanted to draw tomorrow and have started doing preliminary sketches to do a few of these. I need someone for about half an hour, I can pay in beer or bike favors.

made me think of this:
*
"At dawn my lover comes to me

And tells me of her dreams* *

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse* *

Into the ditch of what each one means"
*
Sir Bob of Dylan