Under The Clock
Or, lack of self-awareness
My most recent visit to London, and I was waiting to meet someone at Waterloo Station. Looking around nervously, scanning across everyone who walked past.
A homage to loading screens.
Or, lack of self-awareness
My most recent visit to London, and I was waiting to meet someone at Waterloo Station. Looking around nervously, scanning across everyone who walked past.
In which we try to learn
Samhain is coming up, so here are two vows for the next year.
In which we bump into someone from the past
Do you like it when random people from your past bump into you in the street?
On a night out
Was in the pub last night—well, afternoon really. We were having a quiet drink, when a mad drunk bloke suddenly attaches himself to us. And he won’t shut up. Or go away. Neither of us are brave enough to tell him to piss off, so we just sit there whilst he rambles on about his life, his likes and dislikes, and ogles every girl that walks past.
Or, a girl on a train
I love to watch people when I’m going about. I try not to be noticed, in case they think: “eek! mad stary person!”