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We got more than we bargained for today, while in search of our lunchtime baps. This little incident took place on Neal Street, presumably as some kind of publicity shoot.
What better fodder for a little caption competition. Use the comments to make us laugh.
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It's very sad that the kite shop closed down :(
Maybe if we ignore her she'll go away!
Wow, you're right: that bra clasp was WAY under-designed.
"Guys... GUYS! You're supposed to be looking HERE!"
Why didn't somebody tell her that silicone melts in the rain?
"C'mon, Jim! Boobs that fire lasers, that's AMAZING! Let's get some more pictures! Jim? Hey, where's Jim?"
"C'mon, Jim! Boobs with lasers in them, that's AMAZING! Let's get some more photos, up close! Jim? Hey, where's Jim?"
We'll never know what managed to distract them. Whatever it was, it must've been glorious.
There's another one over there, do you see her?
Don't look directly at them!
Get your coat love, you've pulled...
"Oh oh, here comes her boy friend"
Please put your shirt back on. We've already seen that plastic mess on Big Brother and we've had enough.
"I DEMAND respect. If you can't look me in the eye like a professional, then don't look at me at all."
"I DEMAND respect. If you can't look me in the eye like a professional, then don't look at me at all."
I keep telling you, I'm NOT Gaius Baltar, but... OK!
*whsipers* has she gone yet?