DIY (1)

Let's say you're heading to Chinatown.
Although you're a mature grown up rightly appalled by sweatshops and child-labour, your neurones have all turned into girly bubbles popping off into lovely bags, cheap jewellery, useless paraphernalia.
But the thing is: you're not alone.
And his stuff is hard-core DIY. Not only does he like gazing at it, but he loves explaining all about it.
Compromise is your middle name and fight away boredom with a smile, and you take pictures because all the colours are so pretty.