MILE END - WHITECHAPEL

Female, White, English, 16 - 20yrs, possibly pregnant, pasty, tired-looking. She is broad through the upper thighs and hips. Her clothes are cheap and oddly combined, as if they were all she had clean. She is wearing a lot of jewellery, heavy gold earrings and a long chain around her neck. A letter "C" is attached to the chain, with a textured surface, like a file of some sort. There's also a ring around the chain, an engagement ring perhaps, a token of some dead relative. Nana, perhaps.

Her hair is dirty blonde, beyond that, filthy blonde even. Her face is fixed in a burdened, embittered pout. Her legs are a blotchy pink. Her shoes are brand new. She gets off at Whitechapel, off to the hospital, I assume.


TOWER HILL - SOUTH KENSINGTON

Male, White, English 35 - 45yrs. He is tall, with red hair, which has been poorly cut, by his wife, I'd guess. He's not wearing a ring. Perhaps his mother cuts his hair. Shapeless body, frameless spectacles, bald chest. He looks like a man who has bumped his head on the ceiling of life. He plays some mindless game on his mobile phone. He has a magnificent double chin, a great soft neckerchief of fat.

He is boredom in effigy. I like him, because he's me but he's not me. I leave him at South Kensington.