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Google Street View , the controversial website that shows degree street views of many of Britain's cities does not breach the Data Protection Act, the information commissioner ruled today. Hundreds of people complained that their privacy was breached by the service, which launched last month for 25 cities and towns. Today the Information Commissioner's Office rejected those complaints but said it would watch Google closely to ensure that it responded quickly to requests for the removal of images that identified individuals. Google has promised to blur faces and numberplates, but many people have complained that they are identifiable in the photographs.

There are people who probably don't mean to be caught having sex for all the Internet to see, and then there are these two. A couple in Australia seem to have seen the Google Street View cars coming and prepared for their big moment in viral infamy by having apparently fake sex on the side of the road. As astute readers will no doubt notice, it doesn't look like these two are actually bumping uglies down under. But the guy does appear to have a beer, so he's got that going for him hopefully he's not the one driving. Sometimes Google catches actual intimate acts that weren't meant to be seen, like this gentleman who was caught apparently getting manual stimulation from a sex professional. Hat tip: Gawker. US Edition U.

Paul, the librarian at Time Out , first told me about the street beneath Charing Cross Road in around He promised to show it to me, but never did. Then, last month, I saw it. I had always assumed Lovejoys was a wittily named Soho porn shop, but it actually stocked cheap classics and DVDs. With the erasure of any trace of character at the arse-end of Berwick Street, the old Soho sex shop is nearly gone.

As Steve Coogan becomes the latest to stomp its streets on celluloid, Geoffrey Macnab ponders the enduring allure of London's 'little foreign island' to film-makers over the decades. The Look of Love, Michael Winterbottom's new biopic of porn baron Paul Raymond played by Steve Coogan , isn't just a film about an eccentric British hustler making his way in the sex industry of the s and s. It is also a nostalgic evocation of Raymond's old stomping grounds in Soho: a part of London he largely owned. Soho has always exercised a magnetic pull on British film-makers. This was both where they worked many had offices there and one of the greatest sources of stories and characters for their movies.