There are so many bikes decaying on railings in London. The wheels go first, then the seat, then the handlebars, until all that is left is a frame, melting onto the pavement. This one is across the road from my flat, humorously wrapped in Christmas paper. It has been like this for several days now and every morning as I step over it on my way to Tescos, I am amazed that it has survived for this long.
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