Tonight, on the way to the pub, between Tower 42 and the Gherkin I spied potentially the most surreal sight I have seen in the city for a while. Enough that I had to poked and told twice "Look at that", as even though I saw it, it hadn't actually sunk in.
A bearded young gentlemen.
In a tshirt and black jeans.
Riding towards Liverpool Street.
In the road.
In the rain.
On a unicycle.
He wasn't going very fast and was being succesfully ignored by all the besuited people scurrying around in the half light. I raised my hat to him, which meant my head got wet.
Well done sir.