Tuesday, 3 March 2009

Sunday 8 February 2009

‘don’t kiss me,’ i said
‘i’ll only taste of biscuits.’
then i ran away

I had another day in the sauna, and met a very nice man called Joel. I was also chatted up by a man called Barry from South Wales at the coffee counter, who was chatting away to me about snow and tube stations while I nibbled on a ginger crumble. Quite out of the blue he leaned forward and tried to kiss me, and all I could think of to say was ‘Don’t! I taste of biscuits!’ which provoked a few sniggers from the fish tank area.

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