…or so they say
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Sitting on the back seat of the W3, feet on the seat opposite. Feeling a bit tipsy and obnoxious, but conversely slightly scared of the disaffected yoot sitting on the other end of the seat. iPod is blaring, but only in my ears, I have my noise cancelling headphones on don’t I. Snow patrol plays subversively just for me.
Jesus h Christ, I make a crap rebel…
Sitting on the back seat of the W3, feet on the seat opposite. Feeling a bit tipsy and obnoxious, but conversely slightly scared of the disaffected yoot sitting on the other end of the seat. iPod is blaring, but only in my ears, I have my noise cancelling headphones on don’t I. Snow patrol plays subversively just for me.
Jesus h Christ, I make a crap rebel…
I just lifted a woolly hat up to see if my anadin was underneath it and found a plastic container of grapes which I last recall seeing a couple of weeks ago…
Time to tidy my desk?
Standing at the bus stop this morning, the Boyf says “Look, it’s you” and nodded in the direction of a girl heading toward us. I looked her up and down and then down at myself:
Oversized knitted beret style hat? – check
Black wool coat? – check
Skinny jeans? – check
Converse boots? – check
Mid thirties? Errr, no she wasn’t …. Somewhat younger I’m afraid.
