Wednesday, July 30

One of the few nice things about the Tube is that passengers very kindly leave their newspapers behind when they get off. So what if the carriages look like post-apocalyptic disaster zones filled with litter? It gives you something to occupy your time [even though it might just be The Sun and its trashy Page 3 girls] and allows you to be legitimately anti-social to your fellow passengers and pretend they don't exist.

Reading a discarded Metro [free commuter paper with similar journalistic standards as Streats and Today, which isn't saying much] on the way to work, I got the latest breaking news: Today is National Foreplay Day and tomorrow is National Orgasm Day. And the day after is National Faking It Day. [I just made that last bit up.]

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