People I See On The Street

Dinosaur Mohican

secretphotographer — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 15:11:39 +0000

Since snapping this young dude on the Northern Line i’ve had dinosaur images stuck in my mind. After trawling through dino pics on google I now know why. Separated at birth? I think so.

Dude on the Northern Line

The mighty Albertosaurus

Doyouthinkhesaurus

On another note – when I typed in ‘dinosaur mohican’ into google it came up with this dude? Someone please explain to my why?

Crazier than Boris but not as hot

…and a tickly under there

secretphotographer — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 11:50:17 +0000

Another gem from my secret vault of snappy snaps.

chortle chortle

Daniel Day-Lewis in Room With A View? (less hair obvs)

How frightfully funny

Love this mustachioed gent that i spotted late December – yes he wasn’t even sporting the hairy lip just for Movember, it’s his real life furry friend. Sweet. It reminds me of this little Squirmly that I used to have.

Wormly the Squirmly

(Hurry up 4 March – really really really need a new camera phone…. perhaps this is God’s way of punishing me for taking pics on the sly of you all. Could be worse, He could have jabbed a stick in my eye.)

so many choices. What shall I wear?

secretphotographer — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 14:04:23 +0000

I am still without a camera phone hence the lack of posts. This is really frustrating because in the last two weeks i’ve seen some exceptional specimens which I would have loved to share with you all. Sadly it wasn’t meant to be.

But fret not because whilst tidying up my desktop I came across a few snaps i’d taken last year and i’d put aside for ‘later’. Now ‘later’ has come and it’s time to share them but not all at once because I wouldn’t want to spoil you.

Pearly Queen

Black sparkly cap, sequin bag and leopard print jacket. Slightly confused to say the least. Is this a noughties version of a Pearly Queen?

New Year, new leather clothes

secretphotographer — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:54:39 +0000

It’s only day 3 of 2012 and so far i’ve been sent a pic of some yellow leather booties (see the People You’ve Seen On The Street page) and this very fetching purple leather trenchcoat. Or perhaps it’s some sort of plastic. Whatever it is, it’s certainly purple. Ribena berry man would be proud. Or jealous.

Anyone seen my son the Ribena berry?

I stupidly put my iPhone in the washing machine this Christmas which means that I now have a rubbish phone which cost £11.99 and doesn’t have a camera. I snapped this lady with my digital camera (pretended that I was looking at my Christmas snaps) but i’m not sure how long i’ll get away with using my actual camera… STUPID.

Snow – snow on the ground. Time for wellies and thick socks

secretphotographer — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 15:02:43 +0000

This morning, in Hertfordshire, I woke up to a decent sprinkling of snow on the ground. YES Christmas is 9 days away, the tree is up, the presents are wrapped and i’ve already put on at least 2 holiday stones. It’s going to be a good one.

I left the house wearing leopard print wellies, two pairs of socks, humungous parka, cashmere scarf and mittens and I still felt cold. So why on earth is this man wearing deck shoes/loafers in this weather – without socks. Seriously??? You are moronic dude, you will catch your death and be ill for Christmas. Wrap up and stay warm please. That’s an order.

icey toes

Dandy Dolittle

Take a leaf out of the lady sitting next to you’s book. She knows how to dress for the winter willies.

Nose pickers BEWARE

secretphotographer — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 12:58:43 +0000

YES beware because I am on to you. It’s gross, vile and mega disgusting dudes and should most definitely not be done in public. Especially when you can see that I’m staring at you in disgust.

I particularly hate the snap i’ve taken of the hand going up to his snozzcumber again. BOGEYS.

Are you really that hungry? Why not try a Kit Kat instead?

Knit Knit Knitting on the Northern Line

secretphotographer — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 13:50:54 +0000

I love to knit and have been on and off since my Granny taught me when I was 5 years old. Sadly the only stitches that i can do are knit and pearl. However, I do make rather lovely scarves but i’ve never tried to read a pattern or to make anything vaguely taxing…. perhaps that should be my New Years resolution for 2012.

Until the other day i’d never seen a man knit, then surprise surprise look what I stumbled upon on the Northern Line home. I tried my hardest not too stare but it was impossible, I was mesmerized by the concentration on his face. Not particularly keen on the choice of yarn though. If you’re reading this Knitting Man why not try some Rowan wool - http://www.knitrowan.com/ they may be a bit spenny but it’s def worth it.

Yes I know i’ve ignored the trousers… don’t get me started….

Why are you so blue little chicken?

secretphotographer — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 13:08:52 +0000

I know it’s getting cold and that London is pretty grey and depressing right now but that’s no reason to look so glum. Cheer up little one.

life sucks bums.

Why not try a different shade of blue… your current colour is looking washed out and a little depressed – take a leaf out of Kary Perry’s wacky book. She knows how to have a good time, look at her – she screams FUN.

You could even braid it….

or not.

Too many mince pies, not enough fabric

secretphotographer — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 13:13:10 +0000

I’m struggling with my weight and like many ladies out there I begin a new diet only to get bored and give it up after 4 days. This then causes me to hate myself and to stuff my fat podgy face with even more calories than I was doing pre diet. Before I can control myself i’ve put on another stone and i’m worse off than when I started. Life is unfair.

BUT thanks to this man i’ve found the ideal solution to my problem. Kaftans. YES if I wear a kaftan then I can hide my flabby bits and carry on scoffing. After all it’s clearly working for him.

Olé

Or I suppose I could exercise, but where’s the fun in that?

My eyes, my eyes – the sun is in my EYES

secretphotographer — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 12:01:57 +0000

No lady you are not sitting by the pool in Tuscany, you are in fact on a packed train into London on a grey and dreary day. And on top of that you’re in a tunnel. There cannot be even the slightest bit of sunshine in your eyes.

Damn you sunshine

Sunglasses used for ‘coolness’ drive be absolutely bonkers. Unless you’re famous and are trying to hide your identity from the public, then obviously they make COMPLETE sense.