I'm at home in Walthamstow while Turk gets his running board fixed. It's raining.
On the bus coming back from the garage this morning, I overheard a lad in a baseball cap talking on his mobile. He had a deep voice and a way of Enunciating. Every. Word. so that whatever he said sounded terribly sinister.
"You. Sat. On. The. Bench.
I Know You.
You. Did. You. Were. On. The. BENCH!
You Stayed. At. Your. MUM'S. Did. You? At. Your MUM's?"
Most odd.
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Heh. Heh. This. Post. Is. Still. Making. Me. Smile. After. A. Week. Of. Reading. It.
Hello Nathan. Long time no comment. Where've you been?
Mind you, I've not been very interesting or even posting much lately.
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