So, on the way to the tube station tonight I came across one of London’s creative beggars. This guy had used film effects to graft an arm-break gash onto his arm. I must admit, it did look very good. He was asking for money for “a taxi to the hospital”.
I considered giving him a pound to take a photo, but decided against the possibility of getting mugged.
Am now on a train to Grantham. More expensive than driving, but much more relaxing, takes half the time and comes with free WiFi. Win!
1. Among your friends, who could be blown over by a strong wind?
Two people come to mind, but it’s not right to name them.
2. What’s something in your house you occasionally wind?
Coil wire. There’s a clock too, but I don’t wind it.
3. Is there some significant gossip you’ve recently gotten wind of?
Not really? Been way too busy.
4. Where is the windiest place you’ve ever been?
Hmm, probably in Southend when “the big storm” hit.
5. What do you do, on a typical day, to unwind?
I work at a lower pace, talk to E or have a bath :)
