Friday, July 22, 2005

Scenes From My Lunch Hour

In a pub, watching the cricket, a group of postmen are sat, smoking cigars and debating heatedly the current Big Brother housemates and how, if you were to write your name on a letter with just 'London, N5' as the address, the postmen would somehow hunt you down and deliver the letter to you... A small boy in the street being shouted at by his mother: "Don't you touch your little sister!" "But she's not talking to me."... A note, slipped under the windscreen wiper of a car: "I can't even begin to tell you how inconsiderate you are by parking here."

1 comment:

  1. I liked this one.
    Thanks for the plug, above. P