Last day without Jennie - limping to the finish line

I ended up in East London again.  I do love it.

The Gerkin always makes me smile.  One, because it's shaped phallically.  And two, it's called the Gerkin.

 I bought flowers again.  The giant white hydrangea got a bunch of stares.

 In Shoreditch they were filming a movie.  I watch the guy in the overcoat in the back walk up and down the street while a police car went back and forth to meet him.  As glamourous as making movies sounds, it seems like there is a bunch of repetitive boring stuff.  I didn't find out who they were or what they were filming.

 I like how they made obsene graffiti for the set.  What self respective graffiti artist or even just a plain hooligan, would writh that wanker line?

 I found a garage with a few lunch stands in Shoreditch.  Cool place with good, cheap eats.

 I ate at Freebirds Burritos.

 On the way home I posed myself with this strange looking portrait.  I think it's suppose to be Sly Stallone.

If so, it's awful.