How did I get in your tummy?

How did I get in your tummy? Is the question posed by the 4 year old on the train home today; much to the amusement of the other commuters.

"I'll tell you when your older."
"Tell me how I got in your tummy."
"I'll tell you when you're older"
"Why can't you tell me now, tell me how I got in your tummy!"
"I promise I'll tell you when you're older"
"Why when I'm older, tell me now!"
"What did you do at nursery today ?"

blind abuse

There is a homeless man that sits in the tube station entrance. He sits there with his dog begging for money most days of the week.

I turned round half way up the stairs when I heard someone shouting at him. I expected it to be some irate commuter finaly exploding with rage after a hellish commute. Instead it was a blind woman who had walked straight into him, dispite her cane. She screamed blue murder at him for getting in her way.

colours

I bumped into Nemesis on the way home. we ended up trading stories about the times we thought we were about to be mugged getting late trains home.

Mine happend a couple of months ago when a group of rowdy teenagers donned balaclavas and hoods before running off the train at my stop. I was certain they would be waiting outside the station doors to mug all the other passengers. thankfuly they did not. Hers happend when a gang of teenagers muggers jacked a kid in the first carrage ran along the carrage to mug someone in the last carriage and then stop to chat her up on their way out of the station.

If Red Ken and Ian Blair really want to make Londoners feel safer they should start by having guards on late night trains and a Transport Police presence at train stations in the evenings.

The only time you ever see the Police on the tube is when they are trying to catch fare evaders. Surely preventing violent crime should be more of a priority?
I know I'd feel a little less resentment at paying £106.30 for my travel card every month if I felt safer coming home in the evenings.

Oh and Nemisis informed me that the boys on our road all wear blue bandannas and the boys from the housing estate all wear red ones - so at least now I'll know which gang I'm being mugged by.

so long Soba 1

I was pissed off when I found out that my favorite noodle bar had been replaced by a crappy 'French' cafe.

I was cheered up to find that Carrie had posted Chapter 1 of her next book online.

London Overground

Today saw Silverlink Metro become London Overground. It's a blog-worthy occasion simply because I use it to commute to work.

The first day of service started well with my normal train arriving and departing the station dead on time - which meant I missed it. I was consoled with a voucher for a free drink form Cafe Nero handed to me by a bloke in a uniform loitering by the entrance.

On my lunch time stroll I spotted a giant column of smoke which turned out to be a gigantic fire at the new Olympic site.

Then I got a really snooty email from one of my old school friends about the restaurant I suggested for our annual Christmas get together.

"Did you look at the price of the mains? There’s a lot of fish/seafood on the menu, which I don’t eat."

1. It's Christmas - wouldn't it be nice to have a meal somewhere other than Nandos you fucking cheap bitch.
2. Don't complain about the price of the mains when only last week you were bragging about the holiday to Thailand your just booked.
3. Don't order the fucking seafood if you're not going to eat it.

I am seriously consideing dumping her as a friend. This is the cumination of a year of her being shitty to me. I'm not prepaired to take it any more.

apologies

for not blogging since September - how quickly time flies !

Anyway heres that Banksy I promised.