London, what are your eccentrics doing?

Standing at a pedestrian crossing down Regent Street waiting for the lights to change when an old man with a big bushy beard and scraggly grey hair held back in a ponytail a couple of people away from me shouts at a passing cyclist: "Oi, that's my bike! Give me my bloody bike back!"

He then turns to the young woman next to him and, with a smile and wink, says: "It's not really my bike..."

London, you're doing it right!