Saturday Night street photography is like astronomy Comets and shooting stars on collision course We crash in flames in the vacuum of oblivion A burning picture as the token of last and lost memories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
All you need is love and matching tattoos In the Great Soho Saturday Night mix and match Scene from the kerbline at Nellie Dean firewater outlet Life goes on, you may hop on the train Or watch from the pastures below… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
My young age was in the old times We danced to the Beach Boys’ melodies I still remember their hit ‘Good Vibrations’ I can’t recall the lyrics if there were ever any But the times they certainly have been a-changin’ Passersby also get caught in the cogs of change… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Big boys don’t cry But they accidentally get inebriated Self-amused with their mechanical toys Saturday Nights are of the forgiving kind Sunday hangovers are another matter… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
No more Saturday Night kick starts We live in the age of lithium-ion batteries But the Easy Rider spirit survived Against the smoking muzzle Of the twelve-gauge of time… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Summertime is just around the corner We drag ourselves away from our plasma double And accidentally find the miracle agoraphobia cure In a close encounter of the third kind A fluttering vision in our blank brain Please be kind to the lost souls… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Beware of pickpockets on Saturday nights in Soho streets Never leave your heart in your back pocket Unless you want to catch that special thief And lock her up forever after… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Anything goes on Soho Saturday Nights Life Guard stays away from water Somehow like my own Guardian Angel We enjoy the happy hours Even if we do not share the same clock… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Forgive the brash innocence of the young ones Black Beauty Queen flaunts her newfound style Sporting the infamous Totenkopf belt Hopefully unaware of its historical origin We, the elders, are to blame For the failure of our teachings As memory is the soul of society Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Saturday Night looking for a fever Do not dismiss the road signs They have a message especially for you Mysterious Ways Not suitable for narrow minds… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery