Passing though Oxford Circus in London at the weekend, on a brief visit home to celebrate my 40th birthday with family and friends I met Greg, the London Underground employee.
I asked him if I could take his photo and he said, in his most polite cock-er-ney accent; “How do you want me, straight on or profile.”
This was the profile shot. And as I took the photo, the lyrics of Morrissey’s Hairdresser on fire, went through my mind:
“Here is London, Home of the Brash Outrageous and Free. You are repressed, but remarkably dressed.”