In one end and out the other
Any relationship that this post has to Valentine's Day is purely in the eyes of the reader and is completely unintended.
At lunchtimes in Soho I've enjoyed wandering to the Berwick St market, where I buy a pound of clementines (literally, a Great British Pound's worth, which is about one and a half pieces of fruit... okay, perhaps more). I then proceed to eat my way through that day's supply at my desk, creating a little mountain of orange peelings next to my teacup.
After all that fruit you'd think I'd be wonderfully regular, but it doesn't seem to be the case. The only effect I can perceive is that I have to suppress the strong urge to fart in the crowded Tube train on the way home.
London | Soho | England | Travel | Farting
3 comments:
High - just wondered whether you'd heard that it was 5 day (of fruit & veg) that the great british government recommend!
If you are going to fart on a train, make sure it's as your about to leave it!
oh this is so great. But I would say.... don't hold it back.... just keep it silent but violent.... ;)
I let a violent and catastrophoically deadly one drop on a crowded train this morning. I stared in disgust and some bloke sleeping next to the window. I think everyone who was gagging and pulling at the latches on the windows were fooled.
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