Tuesday, September 14, 2004
There was a girl sitting opposite me who was putting on make-up for the whole journey. Now, it's not a long ride into London from Orpington; it's just over half an hour but I think it's a bit extreme to be painting your face for that amount of time.
I think what was the most tragic thing about this girl was not that she was putting on make-up for half an hour but that when she'd finished she looked at least 10 years older (do girls really want to do that?) and a hell of a lot worse than when she'd started.
What was also extremely sad was that she caught me watching (I was fascinated - I didn't know what she was going to paint next) and I think she thought I was interested in her. Wrong tree, wrong forest.