Our very own Martin 'Dammit' Clunes on Brixton High St @ 1830 riding a less than Orange bike. In a moment of pressure I screamed DAMMIT from the pavement which wasn't heard by the man, only the confused, scared and judgmental looks of those closer to my vicinity.
Hope your well.
Hello sir! I'm afraid I didn't hear you- normally concentrating quite hard at that point.
My own spot- I think it was Ms Elmquist, but without her post box disguise I am unsure.
To be fair I didn't see her until the stentorian bellow of "GOOD MORNING!" echoed out over London Bridge, causing pretty much the entire population of the bridge to look round, trying to work out what had just made such a loud noise.
Hello sir! I'm afraid I didn't hear you- normally concentrating quite hard at that point.
My own spot- I think it was Ms Elmquist, but without her post box disguise I am unsure.
To be fair I didn't see her until the stentorian bellow of "GOOD MORNING!" echoed out over London Bridge, causing pretty much the entire population of the bridge to look round, trying to work out what had just made such a loud noise.