Monday, 7 July 2008

Tube Journey (if my Mac had a hash, I'd use it here) 1

I made my way from Leicester Square and headed to Baker Street. On my tube were...

Two teenagers who looked like they could have been in Alphabeat. They were dancing.

A Chinese guy who was dancing with them. I couldn't decide if he was with them or copying them in that slightly socially awkward manner some Chinese people have.

There was also a middle age couple standing in the ahem, *adopts best Kath (& Kim) accent* vestibule. But they look awkward with all the dancing and move further down the tube.

Sitting down was an American couple. Although they are not talking I can tell they are American as they wear white trainers, white socks, green khaki cargo shorts, Ralph Lauren polo shirts and a backpack on both shoulders.

I stand by the window. I would like to say it is so i can observe everyone better but it is actually so I can fart and not be noticed.

I also pick up the paper and today it says this...

Libra
Don't keep saying it's OK, Libra, not if it really isn't. If you wear that forced smile too often, people will start to believe it's the real thing, and they won't necessarily be on hand to help out when you really need them. You know what they say about a problem shared...It's not always true, but it is on this occasion.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Nobody can ever fart on the tube and not be noticed. How could you do that to those already traumatised people?!