So, on the way home this evening, I’m sitting across the seat from a smart looking gentleman. Except he’s munching on a pastie and isn’t bothered about getting crumbs all over his black suit. When he does notice them he just brushes them off in any direction – including mine! He’s also reading a copy of the Evening Standard… with his fingers carefully running along the words he’s reading in that way you last did it when you were eight.
Yes, the office party season has started (we have ours next week)…