On my way in to work

• I saw crazy guy at Little Ben, near Victoria station. He was shrieking jubilantly at intervals, and doing a sort of jig around a black electric meter box. I wondered if he was doing a theatre exercise, practicing for a play, or something.
• A busker strumming a guitar near the entrance to Peter Jones offices. He had red watery eyes and sang a laidback sort of song without much hope. He could be a druggie.
• I saw starbucks looking warm and festive and fought the urge to go in and further propagate the coffee chain culture explosion. Bar-stucks, I anagrammed cleverly, trying to distract myself from the smell of toffee nut latte.
• I saw how blue the sky looked and broke into a trot, swerving deftly between a couple of toursists and a mum with pushchair approaching from the other direction.
• I saw the O2 shop and thought ruefully about how crap my phone is, and how helplessly i'm tied into my 18 month contract.
• The trot somehow made me decide that i would go to the national gallery / portrait gallery tomorrow. Checked the weather forecast quickly on said phone - it's clear and 8 degrees.

I need to be inspired please, London. Looking to the masters of the art movement to start with.