Evening Standard Man

There’s a man, let’s call him Evening Standard man, who hands me my paper every week every Tuesday on the way to platform 4 and the 18:10.

Dressed in a long blue jacket and a tweed peaked cap, he has a merry face framed with NHS glasses.

In every weather he smile and with his ink stained fingers he hands me a Standard saying thanks governor in a Bow Bells brogue.

His routine has become mine and I look forward to our weekly encounter. It’s a simple pleasure but it really makes me smile: -)

London walkabout!

I try to get out at lunch time every Tuesday and go walk about in town. I love the juxtaposition of the various eras of the architecture.

This is a little snap of the old sandwiched between and almost squeezed our by the modern. Hope you enjoy!