Tuesday, 10th September 2013

by Joshua Gaskell

On the tube (or rather, in it) I observe a pretty, posh-looking woman struggling to take off her coat whilst holding on to a cup of coffee. Setting aside my prejudice against that un-English bean I offer to hold the cup. To my surprise she obliges, hands it to me, and smiles. Then, just as I’m wondering in what order to cohabit and inseminate, we hit what I now know is the sharpest bend on the network (Caxton Curve), and I fling the coffee at the doors.

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