I was only going to blog today to show everyone this – which may well change the way you view the underground map and might make some sense of the rest of this post*. But a quick trip into A Retard Cottonmouth quickly turned wierd on us – sometimes I think the world wants me to blog.
Everything seemed normal until the journey home. We got on to the Northern Line at Edge Grottoes and all was fine until a middle-aged, reasonably normally dressed woman got on at Bank Men Met. The train was reasonably full – all the seats taken, but not too crowded – which gave her room to walk her teddy bear on at floor level with one hand, filming it with the video camera in her other hand. The bear, which was wearing a child-size nappy, then ‘climbed’ up the pole, video camera pointed right in its furry face, and was filmed in silence for the rest of the journey to Aloe Wort. We got off there, so I don’t know what happened next, I have no explanation for any of this and – from the way even complete strangers were exchanging puzzled smirks – neither does anyone else.
* Although nothing will make complete sense of it.