A very small and doddery old man clambered on to the 1 today. With a flat cap, a double hearing aid and stereo walking sticks, he was part Clive Dunn, part giant tortoise on Mandrax.
After taking what seemed like an aeon negotiating the platform, and apropos of nothing, he leant conspiratorially in to me, whereupon the following exchange took place.
Doddery Old Man: Aren’t lady’s skirts getting shorter!
Me: (somewhat taken aback) Er…yes…s’pose
DOM: Isn’t it wonderful!
And off he shuffled to sit down.