Trafalger Square, London, 30.10.07: Waiting for the nightbus, a woman with her daughter approaches me. "Is this the stop for Heathrow?" she enquires. "I hope so", I reply. Where are you going?" she continues. "Goa", I respond, smugly. "and where might you be going?" "Apora", she replies. It later transpires that we are on the same flight.
Upper Street, Islington, London N1, 24.10.07: Bald middle aged man: "Ere, mate, do you know what skunk is?" Me: "Yes". Bmam: "Well, let me tell you, it really fucks you up, I ain't never doing it again".
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