I thought I might share a great moment that I had today while waiting for a tube to my beloved Brixton:
Like all great stories it started with a tiny black mouse, lets call him Steve. So Steve, the hero of this story, is scurrying alone the metal tube line, right in front of a full platform of busy London people and and well me, the unemployed mellow South African. I dived right into the awkward pool by announcing loudly "you better move or you can kiss that hairy little butt of yours good bye" as you do...
Two things happened fairly simultaneously, firstly Steve made a break for it, and escaped his impending doom. Secondly, and more significantly, the two fairly aged ladies next to me looked up, raised there eyebrows and then did this little synchronized crab like shuffle away from me. No smile, just the eyebrows, all four of them, at the same time. I tried in vain to blame Steve but he had conveniently hidden...
Its times like these that I miss Warren Galley
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