Whilst whiling away the moments on the underground, this morning between stations, I couldn’t help but notice a woman who’s bag had the image of a C-60 tape on it. She was listening to music on headphones at the same time as reading a music manuscript book.
Thoughts that came to mind were:
One of the strangest sights I’ve seen this year. Wandering through Soho Square on my way up to Euston Station I came across a stand for Oxygen, a product of some sort from Nivea. As I approached I could hear the distinct sound of drums and tamberines. What a strange sound I thought to myself coming from something so contrived. I could see one of the men manning it leaning over a counter staring out into space. At this point I spotted the Hari-Krishna’s and realise the stand had been overrun.  No wonder those manning the stand were trying to make themselve invisible.
A marketeer’s worst nightmare. Again typically at these occasions the batteries in my camera were flat as it would have made a brillant photo opportunity. I doubt I’ll ever see the same thing again.