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Cold, wet, rainy Great Junction Street on a Tuesday in January. You'll find it in the dictionary under "Bleak".

Of course, nothing goes with bleakness like the over-cheery fake optimism of a neon sign. Hypnotised by the pretty colours, I didn't see the faces in this hairdresser's, suspiciously eyeing the nutter with the camera.

Later, I saw this on a wall. Anyone know what it's about?