Saturday, September 30, 2006

On the 21 bus (to Bank), Thursday morning:

The chap I was seeing at the time was shagging his ex in between us. That was Mark.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

On the 76 bus (to Bank, Wednesday morning):

You can't go to your Christmas party and not drink

Friday, September 22, 2006

On the 21 bus (Old St to Bank), Wednesday morning:

I can't imagine Mark doing anything like that. He's all about social propriety.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

On the 21 Bus, Tuesday evening (Bank to Old St):

It's a wee bit lumpy

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

On the 76 bus, Old St to Fleet St (Tuesday morning):

[chav girl on the phone, after 3 minutes + of talking]
Oh shit, I've dialed the wrong number
On the Central Line, Bond Street to Bank (Tuesday Evening):

I'd put him next on my list of people to do

Friday, September 08, 2006

On the Central Line, St. Paul's to Bond Street (Friday afternoon):

This is your art?

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

On the 21 bus, by the Bank of England, Wednesday morning:

Bethnal Green. It isn't too far. But it's a pain in the arse to get to.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

On the 76 bus from St Paul's to Moorgate, Tuesday evening (boys who were coming from the gym):

I've topped four times in five days