Showing posts with label I spy oxford st. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I spy oxford st. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

You haven't got anything in satanic black...

More Oxford street I spy: these are more niche types so 40 points a piece:
A technogothic character on the tube a face full of piercings, those expanding ear rings to make a big hole in your lobe, spikes in his lip the works. He was in the full fig as well, a combat jacket with deaths head buttons, complicated combat trousers and those stack foam heeled “2000 AD Judge Dredd” trainers. He was the last survivor of a phuture nuclear war, Mad Max’s wacky sidekick, good to see then that he was carrying his sarnies in a Marks and Spencer’s bag for life. The revolution won’t be televised but it will be well catered for, you know some of those hot smoked Arbroath salmon flakes and some Italiany lentlily salads…..

Careful now.
Someone had taken the severe weather warning seriously, this morning on the Jubbly there was a youngish guy who had heard the reports of rain and wasn’t going to be caught out: he had a full on mountain waterproof cagoule, nylon over trousers, gaiters and a jaunty yellow vinyl walking hat. Meanwhile the shop worker next to him was in a skimpy vest top, a pelmet of a skirt and her only concession to the rain some Ugg boots.

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

I spy sad web geek?

























Early morning Oxford st I-spy

How many can you spot?

Junior Jarvis. 20 points
Haven’t spotted him recently but he was there again today, a perfect recreation of Sheffield’s favourite son. Including thick framed glasses, charity shop shirt and shoulder length lank hair. He sometimes uses a microscooter, scooting along in the way only a self obsessed web designer can.

The Choddy removal machine 5 points


The first bewildered tourist couple of the day.10 points
Pulling cases on wheels the size of skips they look anxiously back and forth up oxford st and then set off in the wrong direction.

Preening, over dressed Bond st woman. 5 points.
Can’t walk anywhere without lots of hair swinging and high heeled stomping and is excessively well dressed for 8.45 am. Usually accompanied by.

Tight suited big tie posh bloke.2 points


With slick hair and shiny shoes, he’ll force his way to end of carriage for one stop and then stride off up the escalator as if not doing much at an auction house all day is the world’s most important job. .

Person running for a bus like it was the last chopper out of Saigon 5 points.
Relax there will 15 along in minute.

The free paper dispenser 1point
Getting ready for a day of covering the streets with newsprint.

The women staring with deep existential angst out of the window of MacDonald’s 15 points.

Tall podgy bloke walking quickly (he’s always that bit too late) making snooty mental notes of his fellow man. 25 points!



Ps google image search English women/ woman you get a strange mixture