...and bump goes Pottifer..
There is a girl sitting near me on the train this morning. She's really purrrdy, but suffers from acne today. Twin sister is standing next to her. She's really purrrdy too. No acne. I wonder if there is any jealousy in that relationship. Very topical.
Man exactly opposite me is obviously ex-SAS. Or at least Army. Maybe. He's wearing a Rolex - a real one. Checked shirt and tweed jacket. Creases sharp enough to slice through a table leg. Eagle-eye lever on the back of the head is a real give-away though. And he's having trouble holding on to that coffee cup with his extra grippy hands.
Lady next to me has a crutch. I mean she is supported by a walking aid. Very large. The lady I mean. You can't take very large crutches on the train. They get in everybody's way.
Passing through one of the stations, I saw Peter Sellars on the platform. Looked like he'd been waiting a helluva long time for his train.
The bloke across the aisle has got an enormous hooter. Very annoying. Parp parp like he's Noddy's little red-and-yellow car or something. Poop poop like Toad's bad habits. Get a life. Or Beechams.
My carriage seems deserted today.
Must remember to buy deodorant at lunchtime.
Sergei
Man exactly opposite me is obviously ex-SAS. Or at least Army. Maybe. He's wearing a Rolex - a real one. Checked shirt and tweed jacket. Creases sharp enough to slice through a table leg. Eagle-eye lever on the back of the head is a real give-away though. And he's having trouble holding on to that coffee cup with his extra grippy hands.
Lady next to me has a crutch. I mean she is supported by a walking aid. Very large. The lady I mean. You can't take very large crutches on the train. They get in everybody's way.
Passing through one of the stations, I saw Peter Sellars on the platform. Looked like he'd been waiting a helluva long time for his train.
The bloke across the aisle has got an enormous hooter. Very annoying. Parp parp like he's Noddy's little red-and-yellow car or something. Poop poop like Toad's bad habits. Get a life. Or Beechams.
My carriage seems deserted today.
Must remember to buy deodorant at lunchtime.
Sergei
posted by therussian | 11/28/2005 08:45:00 AM
1 Comments:
In all the time I commuted, I only remember two fellow travellers.
The youngish lady who seemed to take great pleasure at waking me up by kicking my shins, and the gentleman who discovered he hadn't brought a hankerchief after all, and his hands suffered greatly.
I wouldn't be able to tell a genuine rolex from a fake one, though.
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