This is still my stuff.

This chap had ever so slight an air of world-weariness in his gait. Or maybe it was in my eyes. Dunno.

Outside Waterloo railway station, London

There were three of these guys all in a line watching the trains - they come, they go - but as you can see, in my haste I blurred 'em and got my hand in the way. Curses.

Main concourse, Waterloo railway station, London

This stretch of pavement, though usually inhabited by a variety of police vehicles, on this occasion played host to a single, unoccupied, unmarked car, accompanied by a similarly solo officer, marked out in contrast for all to see.

St. Pancras railway station, Kings Cross, London

Tracking Wednesday night's Shoreditch shenanigans, at speed.

Bottom of Kingsland Road, Shoreditch, London

Apparently Alfie's a bomb dog. According to the little card the police officer gave me when I expressed an interest in Alfie, this means that he's highly trained in sniffing out explosives, rather than that they regularly feed him nitro-glycerine or Semtex. Which is something of a relief. Anyway, he wasn't getting any of my biscuit, cute or not.

Concourse, St. Pancras Internation railway station, Kings Cross, London

Snapped this chap calling out to his pastry accomplice, waiting for the last of the batch to be brought to the till for purchase and eventual consumption.

Tesco, Kingsland Road, London

This chap needed the attentions of three officers in order to establish the contents of his rucksack

Outside RBS, Bishopsgate, London

Two fluorescent-coated officers questioning this chap up against the window of RBS

Bishopsgate, London

British Transport Police and Dog Section vans in a line outside St. Pancras International Railway Station

Kings Cross, London

Looking along a line of vans towards Kings Cross

St. Pancras International railway station, London