Monthly Archives: June 2006


With a pigeon on each shoulder, a man walks across the grass in Russell Square and reaches into a bag of peanuts. He wedges the peanuts into crevices in a tree's trunk and then walks on.


Back on the bus

I get on a big bendy 38 at Dalston Junction for the first time in a long time, and a woman is announcing to another woman, who may be someone or no-one in particular, that if she wants to get to King's Cross she should get off at the next stop and catch a 30. "If you want to know how to get somewhere, ask a woman," she continues. "If you ask a man, you'll end up in New York. Probably in a suitcase. Under the floorboards."