Monday, 18th November 2013
by Joshua Gaskell
On Shaftsbury Avenue I see two people standing on the pavement, each signalling to a vehicle, and each in the expectation that it will stop. Yet their posture and expressions are a world of small differences. The first is a woman in whom the public spirit indeed is willing (she’s signalling at the 45 to Putney Heath), the second a man in whom the flesh is, er, a lot (he’s shouting at a taxi and doing the Hitler salute).
The taxi is already occupied, so as the number 45 pulls away woman-aboard and puddle-aneath, the man must dance aside to avoid being splashed, and retire to wait for another taxi to heil.