Prank or frank?

Recently, I encountered a pretty unusual sight on Euston Road. I was on a No.73 bus, gazing out of the window while Bella was having a kip on my lap.

Nothing seems to be out of ordinary, everything is normal, I thought, half daydreaming. However, my eyes went wide open as large as saucers when I took notice of our neighbour, a shiny red HGV which was stationed next to our bus, waiting for the traffic light to change. 

What?!

OMG! Am I hallucinating?!

Black stilettos were stuck on the step leading to the cab of the HGV! 

And the pair, they weren’t any ordinary sort. They were shiny black patent leather with sky high heels. A very vampy and dominatrix sort of shoes. What are they doing on there? Who placed them there? Did the driver know about it? Did he do it? If so, WHY?????

Normally, I never take a picture of strangers so overtly but I had to do it…

The driver did notice me pointing my iPhone at him and looked rather annoyed by it. Sorry matey, but I just can’t let you go out of my life without recording this bizarre sight.

Well, this city never ceases to amaze me…

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Random Sceneries…

I am very shocked, outraged and saddened by the mass-shooting in Paris. I want the assailants to be caught swiftly so they face the justice of this heinous crime committed in the name of religion against freedom of speech. I can not condemn it any stronger! You cowards!!

Hubbie is still down with flu. He coughs incessantly and complains about sinus pain and headache. While he thrashes about in bed, I bring him endless cups of tea, Horlicks and Lemsip. Oh, is there any more I can do to make him feel better? I am so glad that I have had my flu vaccination done last November. Even though I do feel something unpleasant in the back of my throat for a few days, my immune system seems to be stopping the symptom to develop any further…

These images below were taken when I was around the town before and after Christmas.

An “Escher”-esque building under construction on City Road…

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On the platform at Moorgate…

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The day after Boxing Day on extremely busy Oxford Street…

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Inspired by the snow monkeys of Nagano, Japan? A poster advertising bottled alcoholic ginger beer in Old Street tube station…

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Christmas lightings on Bond Street near Fenwick…

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A cute black mutt on Great Marlborough Street…

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A quiet back street in Fitzrovia…

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A neon sculpture in the gallery near the Getty Institute reminded me of the works I saw in Martha, Texas when I was studying at UCL…

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At an empty platform at Essex Road station. Me.B and I were on our way home from his check-up at the vet…

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Now, I must fix another cup of Horlicks for Hubbie. Let’s hope he can have a better night sleep tonight…

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Saturday @ Broadway Market

During yesterday’s errand, I was caught out in a sharp wintry shower. The rain was driving into my flimsy leopard print umbrella and the scenery I glimpsed through the corner of the shaky brolly was just wet & grim.
However, against my pessimism, the weather is rumoured to be better by this coming Sunday. Let’s have our fingers crossed!

I can’t believe it was only a mere two weeks ago when Hubbie, Mr.B and I basked in the warm sunshine at Broadway Market.

Mr.B was leaving his calling card at one of his favourite lamp posts…

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We parked our car around the corner from the market…

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Look how keen Mr.B was…

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Apart from an original street market on Broadway Market, there were two more sites accommodating stalls…

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A profusion of blue sky with very little breeze…

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Every direction we turned, there were at least a couple of stalls which were offering tasty looking snacks…

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Dutch mini pancakes with various toppings…

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Some middle eastern snacks?…

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A mega cute sandwich wagon…

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This stall was specialised in honey…

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On Broadway Market, free music was everywhere…

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He was so into his zone…

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This adorable duo seemed to be captivated by a trio of French musicians…

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The only drawback of this particular market was a shortage of suitable seating. Those who managed to grab seats were lucky ones even if they were in the shade…

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Most of us ended up planting our butts on the pavement…

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With Mr.B in the carrier so he wouldn’t be trampled by the market visitors, Hubbie and I looked around the stalls…

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On our way home, we dropped in one of our favourite stalls and bought cakes…

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Raspberry bakewell slice for Hubbie…

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and chocolate M&M for me…

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We also bought a bunch of tulips too…

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Don’t they look lovely? I love tulips.
Let’s hope this weekend will be a warm & sunny one…

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Street Foods @ Daimon, Zenkō-ji

Tents, which are selling hot foods & sweets, are indispensable parts of the scenery when it comes to the temple festivals of Japan.
And it was no exception that colourful canopies of street food vendors lined along the lower promenade of Zenkō-ji and the main street of Daimon during New Year’s holiday.

The worshippers, who finished their annual visit to Hondō, u-turned and headed back to downtown…

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Even though it was cold, the day was windless and the streets were filled with the smell of freshly cooked food…

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Japanese-style savoury pancake, Okonomiyaki…

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Small savoury pancake balls with chopped octopus pieces, Takoyaki…

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Various parts of meat barbecued on skewers, Kushiyaki..

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Fried chicken, Karaage…

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Fried noodle, Yakisoba…

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And for anyone with sweet-tooth, bananas dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with coloured sugar…

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Toffee coated fruit pieces on skewers, Frutsu Ame…

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My favourite, Obanyaki cakes, came in different flavours, such as yoghurt, coffee, chocolate, cheese, custard, pumpkin, green tea, Azuki red bean, etc…

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The vendor was busy flipping and turning rows of small pancakes in front of him…

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This stall was selling bags of boiled sweet…

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Assorted candies were roughly broken into pieces and stuffed in the bags…

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Amongst cheery families and couples, a lone monk stood in the cold motionlessly…

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Apart from chiming some instrument in his left hand time to time, the monk uttered no word and his gaze was fixed to the ground a few meter ahead of him. And most of the passers by acted as if he wasn’t even there. They ignored his existence completely. As the traffic light nearby turned to green, they simply walked on towards the temple. Still, the monk stood there like a statue in the cold afternoon sunshine unflinchingly…

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Random Images & Random Thoughts…

It’s the sixth day of me not feeling good.
It turned out that I might have picked up some flu virus when I deposited Hubbie’s shirts at our local dry-cleaner last Tuesday. What a thing to pick up, huh?

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Anyway, this nasty germ wrecks havoc on my daily beauty routine – and given that it is imperative to stick to the routine in order to fend off an onslaught of aging, I still can’t face splashing my face with water and feel like a car wreck, rusting away on the mean street of a dingy backwater. It may sound too melodramatic but when one feels like it’s head full of gunk and has the look to match, and on top of it, it’s grey and raining outside, how can anyone feel anything other than dismal?
Oh, please someone slap me with a hot water bottle so I can snap out of this unhealthy navel-gazing…

Now then, shall I have another rummage through my iPhoto library for stray images?

Hmmm… This one I took at the Saturday vintage market off Brick Lane. The stall was specialised in vintage transport signs…

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Don’t you think it will make a wonderfully original gift for someone special if the road sign or bus blind given has a personal meaning to it? Let’s say they used to live there or they commuted vis a certain bus route or have some romantic connection to the destination, etc. I wouldn’t mind buying a couple of London Transport bus blinds for myself. The route 9, 10 or 159 would do nicely. Anything to evoke sweet memories of our good old original Routemaster, I would love to keep. Before boring & unyielding one-man buses took over London bus route, their iconic red double-decker was manned by a guard with a ticketing machine and the rear of the bus was completely open. The lower deck was semi-exposed to the element, therefore, it was a bit cold & blustery in foul weather. However, the convenience of being able to hop on & off whenever and wherever one wanted was an absolute godsend in some  serioulsly clogged up old place like Central London.

Oh, these are classic! Mr.B, working as a model…

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One day, Hubbie & I jokingly decided to register Mr.B with a model agency. We thought it may subsidise his upkeep. And it did!

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Being amiable and unflappable, Mr.B made a very good model for press ad or TV. And his stoic professionalism in chihuahua way earned him regular clients and a steady flow of assignments until the recession hit UK in 2008.
*ALAS*

This cute Pie & Mash sign, I came across on Lever Street EC1…

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Pie & mash is the one cuisine I have yet to sample. Since this type of eatery is in decline, I must try it before they disappear too.

I don’t know why I took this picture…

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It must have been taken at Eat, Topshop Oxford Circus when I was waiting for my friend before our girl’s night out?
I was probably a bit bored and fooling around with my iPhone camera. A perfect toy for killing time.

This street art by Wreckage International was located at the north end of Whitecross Street…

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I don’t know why but the art reminds me a Coca-Cola bottle.
Maybe to do with her curvy body or its red & white colour scheme?

This limo, hopelessly stuck at Hoxton Square, was quite a sight. He couldn’t manoeuvre left or right, foward or backward…

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The driver was red-faced and panicking while the rest of us, looking at him bemused. I was in a hurry and didn’t hang around. I hope he managed to wriggle out of the mess without scratching anything.

Oh my thoughts are so inconsistent and incoherent. Please blame the gunk invading my brain…

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