Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Why I like living in London part 1:
Sometime in the beginning of December (or was it end of November?) last year, I was on my way home from a dinner in West London. At Bond Street station, just as the train rolls up along the platform, I spy carriage after carriage of people dressed up as Santa Claus. All wearing a red, furry suit, all with hats, many with beards. One of the Santas even moon the waiting people at the platform (after which I decide not to get into that particular carriage). But they are all very well-behaved (albeit a bit noisy) and although they are all pretty drunk, they seem quite friendly. At Waterloo they all quietly shuffle out, leaving a strange soundless carriage of approximately 5 people who suddenly feel left out and deserted. I like living in London because here I've seen Santa's arse. Doesn't happen too often anywhere else. Probably shouldn't either.
Sometime in the beginning of December (or was it end of November?) last year, I was on my way home from a dinner in West London. At Bond Street station, just as the train rolls up along the platform, I spy carriage after carriage of people dressed up as Santa Claus. All wearing a red, furry suit, all with hats, many with beards. One of the Santas even moon the waiting people at the platform (after which I decide not to get into that particular carriage). But they are all very well-behaved (albeit a bit noisy) and although they are all pretty drunk, they seem quite friendly. At Waterloo they all quietly shuffle out, leaving a strange soundless carriage of approximately 5 people who suddenly feel left out and deserted. I like living in London because here I've seen Santa's arse. Doesn't happen too often anywhere else. Probably shouldn't either.
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