A stolen picture.

But I finally got permission for my October blip here. Chad (not this guy, about whom I know nothing) now has a mattress but because it doesn't stick into the pavement any further than the bike racks he reckons the council won't dispose of it. I think he's over-optimistic: recently all the bedding in the sheltered portico of the magistrate's court was ordered to be removed. Chad had a few books on the mattress and is reading The Dubliners at the moment. He's from Dublin but it's changed, changed so much.