It was a Thursday. 7pm. West Street, Sheffield. I was waiting for the number 52 bus home.
He came from behind me. Shuffled past me. Stopped. Looked me in the eye, then opened his mouth to speak:
Do you know who said
“This precious stone set in a silver sea”
I made a valiant attempt at not looking in the least bit surprised, and admitted that no, I didn’t.
“I see”, I said. “And do you agree with him?”
I do, I love it here! He was Russian. Had only arrived in the UK a few weeks beforehand. He found this a good way to make friends.
Well, why not? I thought. After all, I used a pet penguin to do the very same thing in his home country.
I spent a few hours walking the streets of London yesterday.
In my attempt to find Tottenham Court Road, I managed to end up in Covent Garden, somewhere I’ve not been before.
I loved it.
There was this talking dog. He just sat there, all day.
These statues were something else. I’ve never seen anyone be so statue-like. Not even a hint of breath. In fact, I was thinking that they might actually be real statues, secretly put there by a human statue in the middle of the night when he got tired of standing still for a living.
This living statue is Ed, who can be found at http://www.thelivingstatuecompany.com
The volunteer. Why do we feel so pressured to grow up?
This opera singer was amazing. I’ve found myself becoming increasingly attracted to male opera singers. Good job *Twinkle*gets here soon, don’t want all that wedding planning going to waste.