There's a man who's frequently outside The Fountain, a pub we have to pass at lunchtime between the sandwich place where my colleague buys his lunch and the point by Chichester Cross where I usually stalk photographic victims. This man is fairly old, wears fairly old clothes, always has a hat, has a pint, and smokes; he would make a great subject and so I've been trying to photograph him for ages but he's got a nasty habit of turning away.
This isn't the shot I've been going for but it does feature him in the middle ground beyond the advertising signs. I will get him properly one day but I quite liked the relatively busy quality of this shot that I took on the walk past the pub so this will do for now.
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