Liverpool Street Station, 3:15 pm, today.
A salesman selling his wares, medicines to cure every ill. My favorite? A potion for "Bad Singing". The guy on the right on the stage is demonstrating the efficacy of a memory potion. The Pfizer-sponsored production was a delightful way of raising awareness of the dangers of buying drugs from non-pharmacy and non-doctor sources, including handing out fliers in the shape of the quack medicine bottles.
The message could have been a little more pointed though. Two girls asked me, "Is he for real?" in response to his sales pitch. I explained.
For once, I've posted a photo that, by clicking on it, leads to a somewhat larger version.