Filed under: Art, London by Ben.H
This confirms me in my belief that it is frequently people with musical training who write the best comedy. Only a musician could have such exquisite comic timing.
All thanks are due to the crisp-munching fiend.
I should add that the photos are so crap because it was a really dark day in mid-winter when I took these photos.
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