Something on My Shoe.

It happens to all of us. You are cycling down Brick Lane until you have to get off to give way to a van. And then, cripes, you feel a funny sensation through the sole of your Converse. Oh no, you need to have a check. 

On this occasion it was a false alarm.

I went to the exhibition of graduate  photography at the Truman Brewery. Fascinating to wander round and see the diversity of styles and ideas from students.