Kebab shop in Stoke newington with 8 Turks in white teeshirts and paper hats waiting for the early evening crowd.
A woman with check trousers and a bare lower back where her tan jacket doesn't join walks along while trying to smooth her hair against the rain.
Reminds me of the warm rain drops falling on my bare shoulders while I gardened this afternoon.
Pink hair holding hands with her boyfriend wearing his hoodie like a kid being batman.
Everybody waiting to cross the road. Man in bike, red hood. Blue anorak. Shopping bags. Blond hair. Black boy. All looking right.
Station attendant on a cigarette break having a long look at a large ass walking by dressed in tight black leggings.
Bus stop - scene of the man running up after I'd gotten on the bus - shouting - that woman! Turning to my companion that evening urgently saying - I've seen her before you have to give me her number - she's my ideal woman. My companion didn't. But was intrigued at such outpourings.
Man handed back his mobile phone after the Chinese takeaway proprietor shouted after him - must have left it on the counter.
Tight striped pencil skirt and very straight hair walking accompanied by a man riding a bicycle very slowly along beside her.
Canal - long expanse of murky green into the distance. Narrow boats.
Tall bush of red geraniums in a window of St Leonard's Hospital.
Man in a navy blazer, driving a blue jaguar. My father's car is a jaguar. Kate and her elocution lesson rings in my ear.
One Good Deed Today the neon tells me.
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