This is proving to be a strange week. I think I may have slipped a universe again.
So I’m walking to the station having put in some unpaid overtime because I have MUG etched on my forehead and really quite tired. However, I am damn sure – from the other looks he got – that I didn’t imagine the man sauntering up St. Martins Lane with a gold wireframe pyramid on top of his head.
Naturally he stopped in front of the comic shop. I mean why?
Then again I’m the one with words etched on my forehead.
Wow. you see the best things in the city! So random.