Always checking their phones and ipads, nowadays people are tripping over more often then before. The evolution of technology has lead to more broken legs and easy injuries.
Monday, 25 November 2013
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Stories from the tube
We were 5 people sitting next to each other reading .
A man with a skull tattooed on his hand is holding a baby doll's bed . The skull is covering the pink blanket. He is swearing all the time. I don't know if he is insane or just mad at someone.
A lady is eating popcorn, watching me and smilling as if I'm some kind of a good soap opera.
A black handsome guy sits in front of me. I'm wearing the black french wig and a white coat. He's gently putting his book aside and stares at me. I'm blushing. I felt as if we were having sex and I didn't really enjoy it.
Two old people holding hands.
A guy is singing a stupid song loud, maybe too loud. The woman next to him is asking him to keep the volume down. His reply: " HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO NEW YORK? EVERYONE IS SINGING THERE." and then offers his place to someone and keeps on singing and the girl keeps on frowning at him.
A man with a skull tattooed on his hand is holding a baby doll's bed . The skull is covering the pink blanket. He is swearing all the time. I don't know if he is insane or just mad at someone.
A lady is eating popcorn, watching me and smilling as if I'm some kind of a good soap opera.
A black handsome guy sits in front of me. I'm wearing the black french wig and a white coat. He's gently putting his book aside and stares at me. I'm blushing. I felt as if we were having sex and I didn't really enjoy it.
Two old people holding hands.
A guy is singing a stupid song loud, maybe too loud. The woman next to him is asking him to keep the volume down. His reply: " HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO NEW YORK? EVERYONE IS SINGING THERE." and then offers his place to someone and keeps on singing and the girl keeps on frowning at him.
Mice are part of the London attraction
I saw today some in Stratford while I was waiting for the train back home. There were small ones, so cute that you would take them at home and make them your favourite pets. I remember the ones that I used to see in Bucharest, they were the size of a cat, moving bored through the lines, as if they were waiting for the train to come and smash them away. Mice eat the dirt from the cities. No wonder the lower part of society gets so fat. Romania protects, promotes and sustains their existence. Only if there were lines to walk on , with trains that follow them...
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