I must have an excuse for this here snap. Perhaps it was the bus-driver over North Lochs way who felt he had to stop to tell me that he hadn't even combed his hair. Not that he had any.
The whole snap was a mix-up to be honest. I'd tempted Toots out of his armchair to accompany me this sunny day as I tried this film out. Some RolleiRPX25 by all accounts. If only I could use it properly, I'd be dangerous.