Ah Bigg Market!
Being a student from SE London, the Bigg Market is a place of splendour for me. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be seen dead in any drinking establishment round there (I'm found in the Dog and Parrot most nights), but the people watching round there is second to none.

My favourite spectacle so far was walking past The Beehive, ten or so local steroid monsters all took their tops off, danced round each other for a bit and then started taking knocking giant lumps out of each other.

Whilst this was happening, a small Indian man (no more than five foot two) was busking and playing the trumpet about three metres away, and would hit a note seemingly perfectly in time with a punch being thrown. I could have watched it for hours.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 17:56, Reply)