Every minute in this manic city a thousand unusual things unveil themselves. Alas, most disappear in the moment of their discovery. On the way to school this morning I was lucky enough to spot three.
1) A quiet balding man, resplendent in track pants and a belly-bloated t-shirt, stepped out of the silverlink carriage at Caladonia Road Station, turned on a sixpence, and waved goodbye to the train until it disappeared around the bend.
2) At Kings Cross Station, a girl of 20 grinned at the world through double dimples. In the middle of each dimple she wore a metal stud, the perfect complement to her multiple nose rings, her tattooed neck and her boyfriend's gravity defying mohawk.
3) In covent garden two monocyles were chained to adjacent lamp posts.
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