Strickley speaking

Going through old photos yesterday, I found a bunch from a trip to London and Paris in 1992.

I was going through a stage of using black-and-white film; I presumed this would lend everything an air of timeless sophistication.
I was 21, okay?

Anyway, I vividly recall walking down Kings Rd in Chelsea and laughing out loud at this:

I was a spelling pedant even then.