Revelation!
Friday, November 23rd, 2007 10:54 amWell that’s an illusion shattered.
I was sauntering down the hill to the tube station this morning reassuringly late as usual, when I saw Creepy Swedish Guy toiling up the hill to the station from the opposite direction.
In broad daylight. So not a troll after all. Or at least a troll with the mother of all sun blocks. He was still a healthy grey colour – his exertions clearly not enough to get blood to his face, which would have graced a denizen of La Rue Morgue back in 1841. Oddly, I didn’t see him again at Victoria for the interchange. I wonder what this signifies; nothing probably.
I don’t know if seeing the bloke’s saggy, sour face put me in a baleful mood or anything, but I have to admit that while I was on the line down between Euston and Victoria, I took a look at my fellow passengers. What a motley mob they were; every last man jack of ‘em. A seedy range of faded chav grandeur and faded business grey, with then occasional washed out scarf making an early appearance after feeding the moths for the summer.
And me in me flasher’s mac.
I was sauntering down the hill to the tube station this morning reassuringly late as usual, when I saw Creepy Swedish Guy toiling up the hill to the station from the opposite direction.
In broad daylight. So not a troll after all. Or at least a troll with the mother of all sun blocks. He was still a healthy grey colour – his exertions clearly not enough to get blood to his face, which would have graced a denizen of La Rue Morgue back in 1841. Oddly, I didn’t see him again at Victoria for the interchange. I wonder what this signifies; nothing probably.
I don’t know if seeing the bloke’s saggy, sour face put me in a baleful mood or anything, but I have to admit that while I was on the line down between Euston and Victoria, I took a look at my fellow passengers. What a motley mob they were; every last man jack of ‘em. A seedy range of faded chav grandeur and faded business grey, with then occasional washed out scarf making an early appearance after feeding the moths for the summer.
And me in me flasher’s mac.