I’ll tell you one problem with travelling alone. It’s that you can only see things through your own P.O.V. Not in a metaphorical sense, I mean quite literally with your eyes. I wish I had one of those Thom Yorke helmets with a camera attached to it, then I could witness atrocities like this from […]Read more "DOUBLE-BAG IT"
We met on the platform at Tottenham Court Road, chatted in Spanish and then kissed, lots… in a South American way, not a British way. I didn’t even check if he was an erudite, literary, cultured, stylish cunt (with a long tongue). I just got off at my stop, Chalk Farm. Not un-nice at all… […]Read more "I kissed an Argentinian man on the tube"