Straight and narrow

Looking at the few photos I took today, I was frustrated with the non-straightness of the lines. I wondered if there was a phobia for such a thing; I'm not sure but there seems to be one for everything else.
When I went out with Mr77 during his recent stay, we talked a lot about distorted lines and he rightly said standing straight on at the right level would solve the problem. Given that these windows in Victoria Street are quite high, this would be difficult without a stepladder. Mind you, as I was popping in to Long Tall Sally across the road, I could have asked one of the shop assistants to help out. A dual feat of acrobatic proportions may have been just the ticket.