Archive for May, 2015


A rather eccentric old woman got on the 7 with a coiffure that can only be described as resembling Brian May exploding in a dandelion clock factory at noon. The overall image wasn’t necessarily aided by the fact that she was wearing some sort of sarong-cum-curtain ensemble and Crocs, and was cradling a hamster-sized chihuahua.

REOW: Oooh, it’s windy out there! Bad hair day!
Me: (Staring) You’re telling me
REOW: Pardon?
Me: Er…we leave at three…?
REOW: Ooh good