Bus 83/Tuesday 26th Feb 2008/5.13pm

On the bus home from work i saw a person standing in the pushchair space in front of me. i was sat 2 seats behind. they were a white putta jacket with 4 brown stripes and furry edging to the hood. jacket composition was so bulky i couldnt see the face or tell if they were male or female. tried moving round a bit in seat to see if i could catch a glimpse of the face. didnt want to arouse suspicion. they seemed to keep avoiding my glance. felt i needed to put a gender to the person. dont know quite why but i was curious. for what im not sure, it was only a person on a bus who i would never see again. then woman with pushchair got on saying excuse me and heaving her baby through the bus and having to move the jacketed creature out of the space. it was finally when she lent over to grab the rail with her turquiose leather hand, that i saw the face. the head turned slightly and i saw the printed jeans and curly blonde hair. he was male. defined and put into a category. that felt better. he got off at the stop opposite the police station.

District Line/ Friday 22 February 2008/ 12.48pm

Coach from Stanstead Airport/ Sunday 3 February 2008/ 3.10pm

I had noticed the family - a mother, father and two teenage sons place their bags onto the coach. I was fascinated with his eyebrows - they seemed so dramatic, I couldn't stop looking at them....

China Town/ Friday 25th January 2008/ 2.47pm

I had been buying some sushi rice when I noticed her bursting bags of shopping from local retailers. I wanted to ask her what she had bought and how to cook it, as my own culinary experience of cooking Asian food could still do with some improvement. I made a mental note of my tried and tested recipes - the Green Thai Curry, the Broccolli in Oyster Sauce, Tarka Dahl, Yellow Bean Stir-Fry, Nasi Goreng and a rather superb homemade sushi.... I congratulated myself on having some knowledge, yet felt jealous of people who actually know how to cook those dried things in excitingly coloured plastic packets with illegible writing.

346 Bus - Green Street/ Friday 1st February 2008/ 8.32am

Running a little late for work, I got the bus. I had noticed this young lad before because he was so chatty with the lady sitting next to him and had proudly showed off his maths homework to her. This morning, he had gotton on the bus by himself and sat in the chair in front of me. He was singing to himself, playing games in his head on his way to school. He seemed so happy and cheery and I was struck by how easily I found myself smiling too. It's a rarity in rush hour London.....

Westbound Picadilly Line/30th Jan 2008/4.37pm

Standing on the platform at Green Park. Man walks towards me with his hand pushed tightly across his nose and mouth. What's he hiding? Is there a bad smell, cracked lips or a bleeding nose? The train comes. He gets on. I get on behind him. I sit and watch where he's going to settle. He tries to sit opposite me between 2 men. The one opposite on my left is fat, red, slightly spotty and wearing beige Chinos. The shiny loafers on his feet and blue tshirt look grubby. His podgy white arm holding an anthology of Agatha Christie's Poirot intrudes into the seat next to him. He is leaning into the free space of the seat next to him and tuts as the man with the hand over his nose and mouth tries to sit down. He doesnt shift and a frustrated look comes over his face. The man with the hand over his nose and mouth decides he doesnt want to/is not allowed to sit there and moves. He settles two seats to my right. I glance sideways at him to see if he has moved his hand yet. He has. I try not to stare but want to see what he was hiding. His nostrils have bloody rings around the edges. He is wanting to touch his nose to see if it's still bleeding but is stopping himself. Did he pick his nose too much? Did someone punch him? Did he try to sit next to the wrong person when there was plenty of other space? Are his social skills lacking? Is he foreign? Is he mentally ill? How can I find out? He taps his leg nervously and it seems as if he's withdrawing into himself. I try to take in as much information about him as possible. A camera would be good now.