Wandered back from the England game – as we’re clearly going to win it.
Three lads lined up on the top of Gainsborough Hill ready to skateboard down.
One clipped me on the pavement, the other two decided to use the road and scatter cars.
End of. And only using my voice (and height, and slightly deranged appearance) They meekly apologised.
Little start to begin building for July.
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Henley station 06:55 – past the second lamp-post and opposite a wisp of dead plant that grows vertically up the fence opposite.
Train arrives and door to disabled carriage opens directly in-front of me.
(If it’s two carriages rather than the standard three, then about a metre to the left of the last support pillar of the station roof)
Get to Twyford as 07:19 is pulling in and stright across to the last carriage to get the back seat on one of the two tables (usually the North one)
Baby with crying toddler or Asian bloke facing me two seat in-front
By Ealing Broadway, weird bloke who laughs outloud at whatever he is listening to, mother and daughter (mother works in a hospital), fat wheezing Asian and Asian woman who always drops things will have joined me.
Paddington turn left to the stairs, up and out and to Praed Street.
Turn right and go to Queensway – as it’s quieter than Lancaster Gate.
Left along the platform on the right-hand side of the second to last poster so that doors will open in-front of me.
Let two tubes go past as they are rammed.
Third tube is usually half-empty.
If I can’t get a seat, then stand between the seats near a young person (they get off at Bond Street) or Oriental oldies (they get off at Oxford Circus or Tottenham Court Road)
Five times a week.
Sat at the Vine in Norwich. It’s like someone has turned the surreal dial up to eleven.
… but there you go.
What the fark happened to the word “please”?