Joined: April 2007
As I sit here on a bench outside the Waitrose at King's Cross munching on a chip buttie and a bag of Prawn Cocktail Snips, two things occur to me.
First, Amadan may in fact catch the 1835 to Bayswater at the rate he's chugging down Platform 4 unhampered, it appears, by his polyester pants generating enough static electricity to light Wormwood Scrugs for a year, alas, the Bayswater train leaves from Platform 3. Ah, he's off ... to Birmingham.
And, second, where have all the chew toys gone? Not a creationist, er, Seeker of Truth, to be seen in these parts. I suppose I'll have to have a choc-ice and a pint alone. Again.