Bearded man outside AK Butchers, pretending to be blind. Wearing dark glasses and carrying a white cane, when he realised I’d noticed he was staring at women’s bottoms over the top of his shades, he winked at me.
Large, disgruntled-seeming lady weaving through the crowd outside Dalston Kingsland station, pushing a yam in a pram.
Man who tapped me on the forearm and mumbled, ‘evil’.
Representatives from am arbitrary African branch of Christianity, outside Dalston Kingsland Station. Lost in their own world, singing their little hearts out to “Morning Has Broken”. At 4pm.
Booty dancing lady at the back of the Irn Bru grocery shop on Kingsland Road, near Dalston Junction.
Awaiting the no. 30 bus at the stop on Balls Pond Road closest to Dalston Junction I was joined by a tracksuited lady who, in the manner of a stereotypical policeman, enquired, ”Allo allo allo, what’s goin’ on ‘ere, then?”
“I’m not sure what you mean”, I replied.
Winking, she commented, “That makes two of us then, luv…”
With that, she rocked back on her heels, beamed and began whistling the theme from Coronation Street until her bus arrived.
Rob Monk found himself accosted by a woman as he attempted to enter his flat on Kingsland Road last Friday, who pointed at him and declared, “Equal opportunities! 007!”
And then, by way of explanation; “I’m from Brixton”.
Elderly lady in a shiny white catsuit and massive white-framed sunglasses smoking a cigarette outside the Brewery Tap, at around 7.30pm on Wednesday evening.
Man insisting on reading Katalin’s fortune in return for a light, last Sunday evening outside the Dalston Rio.
Brightly attired lady on the 149 who was in equal measures disgruntled and overweight, explaining the story of Noah’s ark to her bemused son by shouting ‘TWO BY TWO BY TWO By TWO’ in his face until he cried.
