Is it still parking if your wheels don't touch the ground?

These days, it doesn't take much to amuse me and so when I saw this cherry picker outside a theatre as I walked up Shaftsbury Avenue on another work related mission, I couldn't help but take a picture:



I also saw the most stereotypical prostitute I've ever seen today, lurking in a doorway in Soho, dressed in leopard print, heels, lots of cheap gold jewellery and carrying some serious excess body weight. Since I guessed that in a fight, she'd easily win, I didn't take a picture as there was a likely chance that she might thump me or worse.

So instead, enjoy the view of the Astoria from the stage, minus the small town boys: