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Good Morning ‘Camp’ers,

A look at the metro life today. News : Pandora’s box is open. “If one guy's colours and the other's don't mix, their gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up”.

Britain has heatwave again, I will be producing my usual range/excess of attractive aroma today. Mental range of excessive music also “fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better run run run run run run run away”.

Tiny Asian girl, flowing skirt, size 6 everything except for size 3/4 feet. Sitting diagonally opposite and so have good chance, in case of any slack in blouse, to observe very sought after AA’s. Fab shoes girls but better lips, and very small mouth - she looks back, “Does this size 6 petite designer skirt make my bum look big? “What’s the pig looking at he’s got bigger tits than me?” – “Quest Que Cest?”

“Look into the mirror now tell me what you see, when you see yourself then you’ll see me” – Rollins.

Aged couple, flowery grey and tanned paunch. She’s on the end of one and he on the other side end, she has her back to us talking to hubby, “We are vain and we are blind, I hate people when they’re not polite”. He’s obviously worked hard on developing his appearance but she is thin and grey; grow some middle-aged things dear!

Oldish well-groomed woman is opposite; stellar constellation type necklace seems so familiar. She’s looking at my notes and smiles no doubt thinking “He’s quite attractive in a younger man, pink piggish sort of way, I wonder if he grunts and snorts when looking for truffles in well established and mature undergrowth?” Hey whatever it takes I need to breath love. Area is refreshed in their desire for fast Baker Street Train at Harrow Hill, women - so capricious.

Suddenly with introduction of Sepultura the music seems to get louder and newly acquired dull family are all looking at me, ‘ugly kid, Mum and Daddy’. CD replies with dismissive, repulsed glance, only 1 ugly child was responsible. Dad has ring showing insane level of commitment, Mum has eternity - he doesn’t look that old, but I’m sure it seems a long sentence. He’s probably one of those guys who push the supermarket trolley thinking about suicide and screaming within “Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal”. Mast. Dull looks at MP3 and thinks if only I could listen to that shit I too could have a deranged, don’t mess with me expression. He for sure also wouldn’t tiredly lean on Mums cushioned shoulder ffs, and would realise the cold hard metal of the windowsill is the only real alternative in life. But somehow I feel he’s not quite ready for Mr Rollins, “I used to have a mind, I used to wonder why, but now I go from day to day and wait around to die, like he did”

Girl sleeping with larger breasts, fine clavicles, strangely soothing, and of course a safe place to catch dribbles.

Onto Bakerloo, mans armpit until Oxford Street. Standing to the Dilly, step on toe of very large lady with soothing chest, smiles she smiles back. She thinks I’m glad big boy didn’t do a proper job, I think I’m glad you’re sitting.

Spy ideal escalator girl ahead but there’s no way I can get close and have to settle for ankle height. Maybe if I try hard she’ll choose me for the next escalator but no I obviously need more lower limb foreplay experience to impress, it was not good for her. It was not good for me Darling with two blokes in between.

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