I have the terrible feeling I may have missed a day, but I can't remember. Did I? If I did, it would have been Monday night. Did I? Did I? Oh dear. This one HAS TO be quick, so just a couple of small things that delighted me.
On the tube to Liverpool Street, to get the train to Stansted, I was joined after one stop by a gaggle of dirty boys. They must have been 14 or 15. Proper little London wideboys. SO sweet and awful at the same time.
They were making all sorts of noise and joking around. There was one leader - the scrawniest of the pack, a skinny hyena boy, all full of accents and impressions, and ridiculous stories you'd be proud of.
The first thing that made me smile was 'aw man, BARE stops' (many - bare means many) which just seemed sweet. Hyena-boy picked up quickly on the fact that I was listening (I had no choice) and launched, for my sake, into 'Remember when we killed that woman...'. One of his friends said 'What?' and he said 'Oh yeah, we killed this woman, you weren't there.'. From there to 'Yeah, she got proper stabbed up' (murmurs of agreement)... 'and then we farted in her eye!' (silly boychild giggles thorughout). Bless them hard, all of them. They wouldn't stop.
HB decided that talking about sex would be on the menu, so he gave some graphic description of someone masturbating so hard that all his muscles snapped (twang, twang, twang) and then announced that he was so tired, he'd go straight home, have some tea, a bath and would then masturbate (oh, the formality of the word he chose!). Then he topped it with 'I don't masturbate, me, I got a girl locked in an cupboard.' They all thought this was hilarious.
It went on and on. I won't tell it all. But the glee he had, all of them had, was just delightful. No harm done. I look all formal and a bit like a lady in my smart coat. They were doing their best to shock, but all they did was endear. Just one more bit - where they all told stories about getting told off by their mums. I nearly ruffled each one's hair as I got off thanks to that. I resisted, thank god. No need to be silly about these things.
Another transport delight was two Danish children on the airport shuttle bus who seemed to find my pulling Very Minor faces (like nothing more than slightly bulgy eyes) absolutely hilarious. I thought the little boy (probably about seven or eight) might actually wet himself. He had such a sweet laughing face. The girl was a good two or three years older, but still very giggly, and they were so comfortable with each other.
There's a loved up German couple in front of me (oh, loved up couples, why do you seek me out?). I like them because they're been terribly German and playing a card game. He is tall, curly-haired and good-looking. She has a stark haircut, dyed aubergine, a big scarf and sensible shoes. Pretty too, in a very German way.
A full and very welcome email from a beloved friend - very, very welcome. And a text from another. A show that I was heartbroken to miss cancelled because of snow. It's not Schadenfreude that makes me glad - I just really wanted to play and felt bad for letting people down by not doing so. So that's that sorted.
Time to go now. So many other little pleasures today that will have to go unread. Work still to do. Internet to leave alone. Not much sleeping. I may as well accept that and gtf on with it.
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