On my way to work/No time wasters.

I'm sure this beautifully knackered shop has been blipped
by other more talented photographers than me.

This shop was a going concern when I first moved to Edinburgh.
It was the local jazz mag emporium, specializing
(I'm told on very good authority) in spanking.
Attached to the front of a cardboard box sitting on the counter
was a scrappy hand written sign, which said 'No time wasters'
appropriately covered in easily wiped down cellophane.

Even now, saying 'No time wasters' to certain men in
certain Edinburgh bars will bring a smile to their lips.