Back again from the hipster hell mouth of Shoreditch, as it was early there were a limited number of excruciatingly trendy trucker bearded pretty boys, huddled is doorways with their moccalattechinos and roll ups. Despite the fact that I thought I looked OK - one woman did stare aghast at my shoes and I was generally cold shouldered, but my meeting went well and the client was happy.
On the way there, the woman next to me and her colleagues were on the way to some awards ceremony, they spoke loudly enough to attract attention, and then hushed when they wanted to pretend to be desecrate - which only made everyone else listen more carefully - she was busy 'shaving another 30k off the top' - I think they work in Logistics. They spent a lot of time talking about dogs being run over - it made me quite uncomfortable. She had a freakish skin blemish on one arm that I don't want to describe.
Things I overheard today at random points in the street.
"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God - is it still Thursday?"
"it's all about the music, babe"
"angle grinder, straight through his forehead, I thought you knew"
There are places I won't go - if you know what I mean"
Amazing how many people think that London is a place to blend in, but try hard to draw as much attention to themselves as possible.
Despite the obscene number and variety of places to eat - I had a MacDonalds.
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