Friday...
...a day for travel to visit cherished friend meant passing through King's Cross. Coming home, full of flapjacks, the usual issue of how to get the shot that proves the visit arose.
In not normally a shy person (no giggling, now) and London is full of tourists taking snaps, but somehow asking a stranger to take a picture of oneself doing something daft and un-touristy feels stupid, and I can't seem to explain myself this evening with anything approaching grace. Asking strangers also means worrying about two things - firstly, will they just bugger off with one's camera and secondly, as this is nominally an art project, I'm often at the mercy of the photography skills of random personage.
You can stand about looking like a vain fool as you try to take a photo of yourself that's not blurred and has the necessary signage.
I failed...got bored with increasingly crappy pics...
Luckily, I accosted a chap who despite bemusment was more than willing to help, and took great pains to get both me and the signage in. Very gentlemanly type, who then dashed off to get his train. I'm thinking I might get little cards printed to explain what I'm up to that I can hand to the people I bother for aid.
Headed off down the Piccadily line to scrounge curry and rice. All in all, a good day.
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