Not the car...

...but the wall behind it.
I've walked along Highbury Place countless times in the last thirty years, travelling between the tube station and my friend Chris's flat which is my pied-à-terre in London, but hardly ever noticed this plaque to the painter Walter Sickert. As it happens a new plaque is to be unveiled in three days' time, by the painter's nephew who is still alive. Sickert's first wife was the daughter of Richard Cobden, taking us right back to the early nineteenth century. The moral ambivalence of Sickert's work, and life, are of enduring fascination.

I bet he'd have wondered what on earth that guy is holding to his ear.