I’m writing this blog post as I an trVelling on the central line to shephadds bush. To get to westfields shopping center. Communiting is a funny thing, we spend about 1 hour on the trains each journey, this should really be a time to unwind and relax, however it can be very stressful, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone, trying to look busy Reading the paper, loathing to iPod and what not. I wish I has the courage to strike up a conversation with the nubile chick in front of me. I dontk ow why I’m worried about really.
She’s quite pretty, probaly 30, looks professional and ….. She just got off the tube. My luck
Sheesh a couple oh hours later and shopping done and here I am again in the tube on my way back from westfields. Sitting on the tube carraige opposite yet another cute person. Yet unable to communicate let alone fathom up some carriage to go chat her up.
Why does commuting have to be this way, would be far better if we could make it fun somehow. Anyway i’m looking forward to going home and trying on some of these clothes I’ve bought once more. I’ve tried them on in the shops but I find the lighting sort of distorts how the clothes actually look and feel on you.
