Weekend Whackos...

...going westbound. As is usual custom, they gathered around me.

'For the Curvy Ginga (Married) Next to Me'

If addresses are given to conceal our whereabouts, then the Evening Standard newspaper is published to prolong your ignorance.


'To the Bald, Bearded Guy who has Rolled Up his Trouser Legs'

Stop talking like that to the female models in the discarded lingerie catalogue on the floor of the carriage.

They can't hear you. Try raising your voice.

Pardon? No madam, it's not Alexie Sayle.


'To the Myopic Womble'

No, i'm not a Christian, I always sit like this. Are you short-sighted or are you really trying to kiss the magazine?

14th May 2005, 22:10 - 22:30, the Piccadilly line