Torrid Tube Journey
My God, there was such a good-looking guy on the tube home yesterday! Like Colin Firth, but younger, taller and butcher. It was as much as I could do not to launch myself forward and commit inter-station pornography on him, but I confined myself to standing there primly reading the Economist, while secretly thinking, Take me, take me now! He got off at Balham too. What a wonderful place Balham is. Truly, it is the gateway to the south.
posted by FBT at 8:49 am
5 Comments:
You stick to the Economist. I had similar trouble some years ago while having my eyes tested in Canary Wharf. The examination was conducted by a luvverly Indian lady with cables of thick black hair. As she moved in close for a peep through the ophthalmascope thingy, well...still my beating heart.
He sounds lovely. I'd like a commute like that, but there's nothing but teenagers and old men on my bus.
My commute is packed with lithe tanned twenty-somethings, just ripe to be preyed on by ruthless forty-somethings like me.
Phiz - I am lithe and tanned.
The people I usually run into during my commute between office and home are women and strange looking men. Maybe I moved to the wrong part of the world.
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