Some serious stealth photography was required for this one (hence the slight blurriness) on the circle line platform at Liverpool St station.
I mused that this just might be an offspring of Russell Brand and well, Russell Brand (I’m pretty sure he loves only himself… and is inbred). Or perhaps he’s just an insufferable twat, in any case he was nectar for my newly acquired equipment for capturing souls (or ‘camera’ if you will).
He entertained the tube carriage of tired, irritated commuters by talking very loudly about utter drivel to his posh friend so that everyone would overhear how great he was, grooming his carefully crafted hair often and evidently thinking he was the bee’s knee’s…. I salute you king of the bouffants (or should that be buffoons) so far.
London Fashion Victim
Shaaaame on you one trouser rolled up, bear hat wearing fashionoids
Oh yes. I do like his ‘do. Very fetching. He must spend ages teasing that in the mornings. I like the way he’s backcombed the crown yet neatly swept the front over his eyes. Lush. I like his pot belly too. The only real shame is that huge bag is obscuring what I am sure were darling shoes.