A woman on an old bicycle. So old, it squeaks as she rides; a rhythmic screeching as she turns the pedals, that causes heads to turn. From behind she looks relatively normal. Her dark hair has been died an orangey blonde that looks almost theatrical, and the mass of small curls has been pinned back in messy twists. When you get closer, you realize the clips she has used are small, colourful bows. The kind that are sold in ‘matching’ packets of four in pharmacies, alongside the travel mirrors and mini hairbrushes. She turns her head to check the traffic and that’s when you get the double takes, and the theatrical impression is confirmed. A powered-white face makes the bright red lipstick and bright blue eyeliner even more striking. Lashes are drawn on under the eyebrows with thick eye pencil. Cheeks are young-blushing pink. The drama queen, in her brown cord trousers and orange cardi, seems unaware of the looks she is receiving and the surprised murmurs.