Jamaica Street West

No, she went of her own accord.

Team meeting hell, followed by some cycling around town action. Mostly city centre and West End; not normally the best hunting ground for Cigs. But as I swung into my 1215 with Mrs S**** to talk to her about not needing to get a paper round and that we could come to an amicable fiscal arrangement, I effected an emergency stop (no mean feat on cobbles, I can tell you) as I spotted this.

White pen on green telecoms box; as classic a Cigs as there is with its double underline and triple stripe and curly flourish on the bottom of the 's.

Sadly Mrs S**** was out, so I wandered off for lunch to admire 'imindoors work over tasty nosh with his royal patron.