Trading Faces

Today, as happens quite often, was an Ugly day on the Tube.

Not ugly in the sense of an ugly or nasty event happening, but Ugly in the sense of the faces of my fellow travellers. It's not down to the way they actually look, but really down to the mood I'm in.

I've noticed that if I'm tired or grumpy, or if I've got up extra early, the denizens of those early trains appear disfigured, blotchy, asymmetrical even.

Yet, if I'm in a good mood - for instance; post-coitially glowing, all and sundry appear radiant, beautiful, Swedish even.

I wonder if I appear the same to them according to the mood they are in. I'm often told that I look worried, older than I am, down in the mouth. Quite often, this happens when I'm in good spirits, happy.

I put this down to just simply being ugly, wrinkled, and heavy-jowled. Bulldoggy even.

But maybe it's because they're all in a bad mood...in fact I'm an East Anglian Adonis.

Woof woof.

Sergei.