Like some cheap Doctor Who alien insect this was hiding in a bush just around the corner.
There seems to be a growing number of ironing boards hidden away around London at the moment, as if they are waiting for something. This is the second I’ve spotted in a few months, Not being the sort of person who suffers from either paranoia or Conspiracy theories (too much), it does seem we may be under some kind of attack, if only from aliens that want us to have better pressed shirts and be more presentable. A lost cause on me, I’m afraid.
Crystal Palace, June 2007