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Three Shirts

Location:
Hammersmith Bus Station, Tuesday morning

Wearer:
Late teens, perhaps early twenties, male. Stubbly beard (style, not lack of hygiene, I think) and mussy hair. Medium height, pretty muscular

The T-Shirt:
Black with a red St George cross across the front, and grunge style lettering, proclaiming Eat Sleep Breath ENGLAND [sic]

Location:
Barnes High Street, Sunday afternoon

Wearer:
Skinny, tall male, possibly gay or at very least Metrosexual. Late twenties, carrying multiple bags of designer goods (or at least designer bags). Low-slung baggy jeans, flip-flops, studded belt, streaked hair at an unusual angle. Accompanied by two apparent clones (one male, one female)

The T-Shirt:
Lemon yellow, with large silver studs spelling out across the chest the words FUCK YOU. Waiting at the bus stop, with grannies and small children staring, he crossed his arms uncomfortably across the words.

Location:
The Lanes, Brighton, Saturday afternoon

Wearer:
Male, late forties, heavy beard and straggly long hair. Round glasses and Terry-Pratchett-style leather hat despite the sun. Black jeans and boots. Somewhat heavyset. Carrying several bags from a bookshop, plus a green satchel, which bounced on his rear hip as he walked.

The T-Shirt:
Navy blue with plain white lettering across the chest, saying DIP ME IN HONEY AND THROW ME TO THE LESBIANS

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This is a personal site, created and curated continuously since early 2000 by Meg Pickard, a creative geek, passionate photographer, anthropologist and web experience /community /social media specialist, who works for The Guardian & lives in London, UK.
 
The site includes a blog - a personal and evolving collection of links, opinions, thoughts, ideas, anecdotes and musings - as well as a variety of other projects. It is also a place to aggregate some of the author's distributed web activity, like photos, links and music.
 
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Important note #1

This is a personal site. The contents and opinions contained within don't necessarily reflect those of my employer, family, or cat. They think for themselves (though mostly about tuna, in at least one case), and so do I.

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Since the overwhelming majority of content on this site is historical, it should be regarded in light of the context in which it was originally published, and not as indicative or revealing of current perspectives, preferences or experience.

Important note #3

While I work and spend a lot of time thinking and talking about social media, participatory technologies and community development strategies, the vast majority of content on this site is not about that.

This personal site isn't about anything, except the perpetual unfolding of one person's experience, and the perspectives, observations and opinions that involves and inspires.

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