London Zoo

IT'S ALL HAPPENING TONIGHT. ALL FORMS OF WILDLIFE ARE OUTSIDE!! About two mins walk up the road, standing at her normal corner (a disused Bank of Cyprus) is a girl in a super-spangly pink dress. The kinda thing you'd expect the Supremes to be wearing ... she paces to and fro with her backside sticking out in a way only women can do. (I once tried to do an impression of her (whoever she is) and failed miserably. Even Laundretta asked me about her once ("do you know who that is on that corner ... wow!") Someone ought to tell her round here is for the skrag end of the sex industry. Nobody dresses up for it. You can get £5 anal (if you wanted) and went out at the right time. Actually, Hasty, who wrote that Bang Bang post I pasted up the other day I bumped into late one night about a year and a half ago. "Aw, I'm alright now. I just done one of me regulars," she croaked. To be honest, if I hadn't known any better, I'd have thought she'd just knocked off of a late-night cleaning job. For that's what she was dressed as. An off-duty cleaner (and no it wasn't some bizarre sort of fetish gear.)

Just now a crackhead beggar was having a row with an Imam. His ginger-bearded western apprentice tagged on smiling succinctly as he went, Koran in hand ...

What can I say? These streets are like a zooo sometimes ...