Wednesday, March 31, 2004

That old black magic called lust

Pulled on my way back from the Doctor's today, by complete accident.

Was just shuffling along, staring vacantly into the middle-distance, when all of a sudden a pair of Great Arms came zinging into sharp focus. Coming the other way was a terribly well presented skinhead, all muscle, dragging along a whimpering pitbull.

He was glaring back at me. With friendly menace.

But... alas, I was heading back for work, his flat was probably all horrid wallpaper, and I hate dogs.

Still, it was a strangely cheering moment.

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