The Joys of Journeying in the Company of The Poor

Today I had cause to use the tube to travel from Victoria to Liverpool
Street during rush evening. Travelling standing by choice, twice during
the journey I was offered a seat by young wimmin. While flattered at
the gesture I am a little miffed at being that obviously old now that it
is publicly recognised. I think I am going to feel depressed for a bit
and now seems like as good a time as any.

 

In their defence I was dressed for the outside and the rain and had
hiked half a mile where I don't normally hike half a chain and had
forgot just how hot the tube gets at that time of day. So possibly.

The breathless panting was nothing to do with shagged out lungs though.

Pills? A pox on you and your pills sir. Certainly the way to get
vitamins is to stuff them in your gob but they should be wrapped up in
tasty stuff called food and not bulkerupper powder.

 

What you mean the I haven't had a shave in a fortnight and it stopped
itching yesterday so I am going to go with it for a bit and my hair
which I am currently growing and just as an aside has a somewhat
comforting amount of pepper left is not quite long enough to put under a
couple of turns of a rubber band and I was carrying a carrier bag.

And they were demonstrably sympathetic towards me. I can handle wimmin
being sympathetic. I am going to have to consider the implications of
this.

 

Ah, innee sweet.

None taken.

 

Just to make you feel better, it was recognised publicly... years ago..