Friday, 18 July 2008

kings cross station. 17th July, 2008.


Woman rushing for the train on platform 8. Around 6.45pm.



And this chap wasn't necessarily using public transport, but I had to include him. He was dressed in a knackered old white suit, a white fur coat (slung over his shoulders) and carrying three white leather handbags, which were crammed full with all his worldly posessions. He'd finished off the outfit with a blood-red tie and was standing, stock-still, outside WH Smiths.

2 comments:

Mike R said...

Wonder if the guy was dead. Would make an interesting start to a novel...

John Plato said...

I see him in kings cross and angel regularly