outside Liverpool Street station.
To the left of the picture, you can see vocalist Jon King twatting a microwave oven with a baseball bat.
Prehistoric condom vending machine, spotted in the gents at the Union Theatre, Southwark. I didn't have a quarter handy, so I can't tell you if it still works.
...or, more accurately, what the Japanese animated film Steamboy looked like when projected via a big Barco onto the 20-metre-high flytower of the National Theatre. They've been doing this with movies here all summer, but the concrete surface of the tower and the ambient light at the top of the
building means that any film with a degree of visual subtlety will look like crap: and unfortunately, Steamboy has a lot of visual subtlety. Pity, as the steampunk lunacy of the plot takes place in front of some splendidly designed backdrops of Victorian Manchester and London. The English dub (featuring Anna Paquin, Alfred Molina and Patrick Stewart as three generations of the same family) came across surprisingly clearly in this screening: I was expecting the sound to be rubbish and the picture to look fab, rather than the other way round.
Actual screenshot from an actual Japanese movie about a wrestling squid.
Even the toilets at the Institute of Contemporary Arts have attitude.
Blah blah blah wish I had an optical zoom blah blah blah Pleasance Grand blah blah blah Edinburgh.
With the video display caught between two-shot and close-up.