Spotted...

True. I humbly apologise. Am I right in thinking that is one in King's Cross but not Earls Court? It's a minefield i tell you.

Yesterday I spotted my friend Saj running for a cab (into the rouad and across the bike lane without looking). I was about to shout at him, or at least roll my eyes and "tsk" in his general direction, when i recognised him, the goofy tit. Ended up having a nice chat though the window of the moving cab the whole length of Southwak Street.

Today I spotted no-one i know.

Dooks, you may indeed have learnt a thing or two about the vagaries of English grammar and place names but your storytelling skills remain at the drawing board stage. By referring to the individual running for the cab as 'my friend Saj' a mere four words into your potted travelogue, you remove any possibility for surprise or irony later in your narrative. Avoiding this pitfall could have been effected by switching 'my friend Saj' and 'goofy tit' (while substituting 'the' for 'a' before 'goofy', natch).