Someone keeps removing things from the canal, and putting them to one side. Here's a free bike.
 Listening to Cliff Richards on "Desert Island Discs", but thinking of The Beatles.
 A word.
Looking up while waiting to shoot.
 A detour home.
Back on Hampstead Heath. Unpoliced oral prohibition.
 I don't know what heated tobacco is, and I doubt this.
 Something old.
 Something new.


















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