Ransom Demand
In deference to going into town today and walking for an hour through the grimy streets of our capital city, I decided that I would stay at home and walk the dog for an hour through the fragant paths of our local woods.
However, Inspector Sands has written a very droll post about today’s events bringing London to a halt.
stick almost any bunch of random brits on a train platform after a hard day’s slog, chuck in a ten minute delay, and its like a creeping form of mass depression sets in…
i made it a habit of mine, when i used the train to get to work, to smile as much as possible at people when they looked my way.
i say you do the same dragon. betweeen us we can change face of britain.
… or maybe not.
Comment by briggy — June 30, 2004 @ 10:56 am
a splendid idea and certainly one of your better ones, failing only in the fact that peoples normal reaction on seeing a dragon flash a toothy grin in their direction is to drop whatever they’re carrying and run like the wind in the other direction.
Nobody wants to end up as a snack, no matter how much depressing their commute is.
Comment by Tom — June 30, 2004 @ 11:01 am
Yes - but who do they call when their fags or BBQs need lighting. It must be tough being a Dragon.
Comment by Huw — June 30, 2004 @ 11:33 am
“oh no… here comes the Smiling Puff!”
Comment by briggy — June 30, 2004 @ 2:47 pm
Dammit, there’s another song for the SummerBurn cd!
*wanders off whistling Puff the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea…*
Comment by Daisy — June 30, 2004 @ 9:31 pm