Through the window, window, window, window, window, window, window

“Oh God” exclaimed Cynthia.

Extract from the book being read by the woman siting next to me on the Underground train.

Dude

Some people got “it”, others think they have.

Nobody is going to steal this

Don’t fence me in

I can smell the leather

Leather bound books with clean white  pages – what to write on them?

Ho ho ho to you too

Only thirty graffiti days left to Christmas

What does it refer to?

The plaque could refer to the world economy

I hate Monday mornings

Another week of crowded trains