18:07 Fast to Chesham
Oh yes, thought it Friday, it's not raining, time to do a blog.
So how are we peeps. Doing fine and dandy I hope. Currently standing and as I saw that today was the last day that the old 'A type' Met line was going to be running, so might as well get used to it...hey ho...
So what's the latest with that Teacher whose run off to France. Lets do some Math. 15 + 30 = 15 to 30yrs...
There is a women reading the paper and as she moves here eyes from left to right, her tongue goes in the opposite direction...neat...
There is couple speaking in French...I'll keep an ear out just in case they mention Math.
"Tonight's £80m jackpot' I can see on the back of the paper. Buy a ticket folks. You never know...you may never need to read this blog ever again!
Hold on folks! News coming in that they have been found! Hurrah. I'm guessing the schoolgirls' "What I did in my holiday" essay is going to be one hell of a read...
Actually I'm not sure what the fuss is about my dear blog reader. When I went to France with school it cost my parents £300...
Loads of people have got off at Finchley Road as next station is HoH. So got a seat...neat
Headline today (now I have a paper) is the sad news of the 7 dead Britons who died in the plane crash in Nepal. Why don't they say 19 dead in Plane crash. Obviously with the exchange rate Britons are worth more...grrr
There is a man/boy who looks like Justin Bieber opposite. He's got a Union Jack man bag and gelled up hair.
Thought for the day: I hate people that stop me and ask for directions. I tell them where to go...
What else...
There is an advert about hair loss, which has the strap line 'it needn't be the end of the line'. Ho ho, my sides are killing me...
There is a punjabi man sitting next to me who has decided to compare 2 front pages of the evening standard as he has noticed that they had slightly different photos, but the same story. Who said this journey wasn't exciting...not sure why I had to tell you he was Punjabi, but in your head your imagining that he wore a big blue turban and had a big beard aren't you...err ok so he did, but next time you may be wrong...
Right there's a pregnant Rastafarian who wants to sit down so let's leave it there...
See you all again at some point an have a great sleep,
Au Revoir
A small homme called Kawks
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