Have no idea what is going on with the Central Line. Whilst everyone moans the the tube never works, by and large it is pretty reliable but the last couple of weeks! Man, I've had to resort to using the district line at times to get home in a very roundabout fashion.
Smooth runnings this morning although myself and my colleague have been discussing whether or not men are practising the secret art of frotage on the tube. For those of you who don't know what frotage is, its kind of a man, actually so not to be sexist, or a women rubbing against you in a sexual way but in such a way that you are not sure if they are or not. Apparently you can buy books on it in Japan where it is well practised (this information I have gleaned second, third or fourth hand so I could be wrong so if I am, sorry if I have caused offense.)
I've only had one man try to practice the art of frotage on myself, he was clearly a beginner, an apprentice in search of a master. This event actually happened whilst waiting in line to update my oyster card at Shepherd's Bush tube station. The man, was perhaps around 14 times over the legal alcohol limit. As he swayed towards the queue, pretending to want to get through, as I stepped back to give him room his arm fell to his side and he slid it across my crotch. Luckily, his drunken stooper mean't his actions were in slow motion so whilst contact was made I managed a ninja style phwack of the offending hand.
So, if you were the man who was possibly touching his own crotch in the face of my colleague this morning, it was noted.
Friday, 17 November 2006
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