And For Those Who Can't Wait, London

There seems to be a proliferation of preachers in Central London at the moment. This gentleman is one of at least four I've spotted on Oxford Street. I liked the contrast of the sign he was holding with the commercial messaging right behind him. Nobody was reading either of the messages but walking straight past intent on getting where they needed to get to, whether that was the next shop, going for lunch or on their way back to the office.
The extra was taken round the corner on Regent Street. I'm surprised these scruffy little kiosks survive anymore but there are still quite a few dotted around the West End.