The random things that sometimes happen in London

This morning Gerry and I walked in to the studio. About halfway there a guy with dreadlocks driving a shiny red car stops us.

“Excuse me”, he says and we get ready to give him directions. But he asks “what does it means if someone says you’re a gooseberry in a relationship”.

I’m confused, but Gerry helps him out. Apparently a gooseberry is when you’re the third wheel in a relationship, when you’re the person left out.

The man thanks us and drives off. I hope he gets his relationships sorted out.

(Although part of me can’t help wonder if this is some kind of elaborate social experiment. What if he’s driving around Hackney asking people random questions just to see how quickly they end up on social media. I’m probably over-thinking things.)