Otherworld
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 11:06 amA couple of days ago I travelled in to work in the same tube carriage as a woman with a dandelion clock head. She’d taken steps to disguise it by wearing an Alice band, but it didn’t really work. Pushed back under the band, her hair simply exploded out the back in a huge grey, gravity defying cloud. The woman was in late middle age and may have been descended from a family of friendly gnomes. She was only little and would not have looked out of placer sitting on a toadstool fishing.
As it was, wire glasses perched on her beaky nose amid her little round face, she was leaning forward attentively reading The Ascent of Man. I’m sure there is a lesson here somewhere, though I cannot grasp it myself.
The Met Office reports a lower than usual (for the time of year) incidence of reality weavers in South East England this week.
As it was, wire glasses perched on her beaky nose amid her little round face, she was leaning forward attentively reading The Ascent of Man. I’m sure there is a lesson here somewhere, though I cannot grasp it myself.
The Met Office reports a lower than usual (for the time of year) incidence of reality weavers in South East England this week.