Chim Chim Che-ree… everyone loves a bit of dick (van dyke – you filthy swine)

Clearly this fellow does, sporting his cock-ney fashion (yes this was summer – I am that far behind in posting). I don’t think Dick Van dyke would’ve been so insanely happy if he was a real chimney sweep though.

I had to work for this one. Unfortunately he was too wily for me and I only captured the shoes/socks and jacket combo whilst missing out on the lovely bright orange necktie.

Nevertheless an atypical shoreditch twattite – also overhead were his critiques on fashion as I stalked followed him down the street. Obviously it’s the height of fashion to wear trousers that terminate a country mile above the ankle to show off your natty sockage. I just can’t fathom out the ‘dad’ shoes though. Just for your delectation here’s a tasty close-up.

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.

Fresh from 1982.

Looking like the twisted offspring of Stevie Wonder and the Blue Man group (and courtesy of @icklekaskas).
I really am at a loss of how else to describe this one other than to point out the polish woman behind him, she’s not impressed. Although I will say I would’ve been happy if he was poppin’ and lockin’, or better stilling robot(ing) down the street.

Call grandma – she wants her shower curtain back.