Pro-Bride March on Charing Cross Road at the lights

Inflatable bride march.

Plastic enormous.

Stoical hens.

Mystery pleasures.





I was standing at the lights waiting to cross the road, and I noticed a bunch of grim looking people holding a giant blow up item. The combination of a very public show of vulgarity supposedly in celebration of prenuptial arrangements, and their tired, fed up faces caused me some amusement.


About The Mollusc Dimension

Multidisciplinary Experimental Artist, Songwriter, Composer, Performer, Visual Artist, Animator, Writer of Lyrics, Poems and Short Stories, Teacher. This is a place for writing and research with links to other projects.
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