I didn’t know I was collecting these until yesterday, when I exited Charlton station and bagged my second one.
I snapped Eccleston Street in July 2015, while walking from Victoria to Kensington. And now, because I have two such pics, I’ve decided that the game is on, and that the rules I must abide by are these:
• I must spot each sign by chance. Research and planning are forbidden.
• I am, however, allowed to feign surprise in Baker Street. Twice.
• If I end up living in one of these streets, I become King of the Universe, no questions asked.
• All photos must be undoctored. Ah, no, hang on… oh, you know what I mean.