Friday, April 21, 2006
A woman sat opposite on me on the train. She was already a peculiarly smooth orange colour yet had to put on more make-up. Then she talked to her boyfriend loudly on her phone.
Another woman sat next to me with bags on her lap (one digging in my leg) who wrote a novel in txt on her phone to some bloke who's number she had on a bit of paper. Then kept looking at it every two seconds to see if he had replied.
And the bloody suduko was too difficult.
The only highpoint was a man who had forgotten to do up his flies.
11,362 14s 12.75lb