Pink Ladies

Headed into town to meet up with the wonderful MrJohn at the Belgrave, for a slice of pizza and a glass of beer.
 
MrJohn made my week, if not my month by presenting me with something I've been looking for for some time - a gas mask. And not a pretend one either, but a proper, Russian army surplus one.
 
Cue much lurking about on stairways and at one point, in the gents' loos to get some photos in. I think the one's MrJohn took of me will be better as a) he's a better photographer than me and b) I only had the Lumix with me.
 
Then, I met up with Ann for an impromptu glass of fizz in Harvey Nicks. Although I didn't think the staff there would have quite the same relaxed attitude to the mask as they do in the Belgrave, so opted not to prance about in it.