The 38 to Clapton Pond

(Boarding the Northern Line at Moorgate, Saturday night, I sat opposite these shoes.) "These bloody shoes are killin' me." "Eff it. Just leave 'em on the train."

…but it made me laugh at Charing Cross Station.

New England Patriots 45 St Louis Rams 7 – at Wembley 28th October 2012.

The bullies of modernity seem to be crowding in on St Boptolph's Aldgate.

A forgotten Soho business leaves a fingerprint…

A'body's Wullie? Huh? A reference to the comic strip Oor Wullie, the Scottish Denis the Menace, who appears in the Sunday Post every week.

The boozer that's vanishing one letter at a time… May 2011 October 2012

…looks particularly stormy and troubled in this stained glass window from St Ethelreda's, Ely Place 

It's been a tough year for flag waving patriots. RSI all round. And look at the state of this flag! all waved out, I'd say.

The Dutch hit town during the Olympics.

To the water at Westminster.

The window of Hornets in Kensington, fine gents' clobber.

One last look at summer, at New & Lingwood in Jermyn Street SW1.

… sort of. Golders Hill Park is owned by the Corporation of London, so, on a technicality, deer in The City of London.

… makes sound business sense. Which is why this pet shop at Archway, where Dick Whittington and his cat turned back to London, is well stocked with all your cat requirements…

… taken before the goons descended. "You can't play here!" "Why not?" "Don't verbally abuse me! You can't play here!" Yes, it would be a terrible thing to be allowed to perform music on London's largest arts complex. I wonder if they'll say, on their deathbeds, "I wish I'd spent more time being a security guard"…

Catastrophe, not apostrophe.

Neal's Yard. The Jaffa Cake heart of Covent Garden. Plain and predictable on the outside, wildly colourful and thrilling on the inside.

St Paul's and The Shard from Farringdon Road,

Buccheris – an old school barber shop in Golders Green. Famous customers (clockwise from top left) Wilfred Bramble (Steptoe), Bruce Forsyth, Kenny Lynch and Johnny Mathis. Johnny Mathis! In Golders Green! Getting his haircut! This is where he got the inspiration for his famous hit. When A Child Is Shorn . B'boom.

They say that if you find yourself on Southwark Bridge… then you are lost. Who, then, is this lone figure heading back toward The City at dusk? Is he the next Nick Leeson heading back to the office to try to cover his dastardly tracks?

"Oh God, I just lurve these columns." "Are you being Ionic?"