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I've acquired myself a new hobby. It's called 'Visiting museums but just hanging about outside instead of going in.' Today I visited the Natural History Museum in London Town and saw the following exhibits:

Exhibit 1
An Hispanic youth lying prostrate on a brick wall, idly stoking the hair of his girlfriend whilst she sat on a bench below him chatting expressively to a friend

Exhibit 2
A blue overall clad bin man emptying a bin and being told by a passing member of staff "At least it's Friday". To which he replied, "That doesn't mean anything to me mate."

Exhibit 3
A Muntjac statue nestled high in the building's facade

Exhibit 4
A white plastic bag flying around in the breeze like in that film 'American Moody Kid' where a moody kid films a white plastic bag flying about in the wind

Exhibit 5
A painfully thin yet über cool and beautiful couple smoking Gitanes and kissing between drags

Exhibit 6
A hazy sun

Exhibit 7
A Chinese man eating Pringles

Next Week: Outside The Museum Erotica in Copenhagen