Spread eagled

So, the sun is baking, London is in it's element. Stuck in our flouro lit office boxes, performing our mundane tasks (for me, writing about yet another training incentive scheme for those poor DHL workers), everyone longs for that 1 hour of sunshine at lunchtime. The parks gradually fill with bodies - groups of chattering girls in jumbo Posh Spice inspired sunglasses, suited pinstripe gents, tennis players and those fortunate enough not to have to work. After finishing my take away beef noodles from the local Vietnamese place, I turned around and this was the sight that greeted me. As leathery as Iggy Pop, this dedicated old bather was not too shy to show it all.