When I boarded the tube a few days ago, following a conversation with a friend who is moving to Hong Kong, I began questioning why I am so loyal to ruddy old England. I was surrounded by sweating, angry-looking beings, all of whom were ignoring each other, regardless of the fact that their personal space was being shamelessly invaded. Just when I too was considering a little change of location, I looked up and saw a crazed man looking up at the ceiling and talking to himself. Then I looked down. On his lap, the newspaper was folded - in a very familiar way - so just the crossword and clues were visible.
I'm sticking in England, with my people.
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Sweetest thing I have ever seen
Yesterday I saw the sweetest thing I have ever seen (one of).
I was haughtily striding through Euston tube station and I saw a busker with half an arm playing a guitar. A small sandy haired child was staring at him in the way that children do, with no embarrassment or guilt.
I passed the child and his father, and I over heard his father say "You can do anything you put your mind to."
#film-like moment.
(Joking with the hashtag)
I was haughtily striding through Euston tube station and I saw a busker with half an arm playing a guitar. A small sandy haired child was staring at him in the way that children do, with no embarrassment or guilt.
I passed the child and his father, and I over heard his father say "You can do anything you put your mind to."
#film-like moment.
(Joking with the hashtag)
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