Loud Speaker
Wednesday, August 17th, 2005The second funny thing yesterday afternoon happened on Barnes High Street. I was walking home with my bottle of water when I noticed a queue of traffic by the chippy up ahead. Nothing odd there.
Suddenly, I heard a disembodied woman’s voice. Crystal clear right across the high street. She spoke of dinner, the wine she’d [...]
Dragged kicking and screaming by inconsiderate parents around the globe may explain my wanderlust, my kawaii obsession and the need to document.
Then again it may be down to eating drugged cupcakes.
