Barefoot Cheek, Central Line

That woman couldn’t draw her lips any tighter if she tried. In fact she looks as if she’s on the verge of her head flipping inside out such is the level of disapproval etched on her face at the sight of this mans bare foot casually taking a rest on the pole in front of her. She’s probably thinking about how some poor child or dwarf will later have to grip that rail and be completely unaware that somebody’s calloused hoof has been rubbed all over it. Well, I call her a hypocrite. Look at her, she looks like she may have run around barefoot quite a bit in her day. Rewind things 40 years or so and she was probably dancing around barefoot, wearing a daisy chain in her hair, probably on drugs, hitching lifts with an acoustic guitar slung across her back and almost certainly dishing out free love to all and sundry. How quickly these hippies abandon their ideals. You’ve changed man, you’ve changed.

Spotted by Mike Ha