Thursday, June 23, 2005

A True Gentleman

I'm on the tube in London, in the heatwave. There have been delays on the lines due to the heat that has caused signal failures and all sorts of problems. I had to wait at St Paul's station for about 20 minutes before I could even find a tube that I could get on. At Mile End the train stops and a young woman in army combat fatigues steps on with a large duffel bag. An elderly gentleman gets up from his seat and offers it to her (she politely declines).


Tuesday, June 14, 2005

He Must Have Missed The Sign

I'm in St James's Park in London, on vacation, and as I walk past the toilets near the east side of the park a man walks out, past the "Gentlemen" sign, zipping up the front of his jeans as he passes.


Thursday, June 02, 2005

We All Share The Same Air

We just had the pleasure of being forced to listen to some guy who was pacing up and down our office corridor talking at the top of his lungs into his little mobile penis while we heckled him under our breath in our office, for lack of any other way to retaliate (since I don't think I can shout as loudly as he was talking). I'm thinking of getting a large sign made that says: "Shut the fuck up!", which I can hold up whenever appropriate (heh heh heh).

Actually, I can think of many uses for it.



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