A woman in her early twenties sits opposite me on the train, reading an old edition of The Great Gatsby. She mouths the words as she reads, and her fingers hold a colourful postcard (bookmark) against the bookcover. Tendrils of her blonde hair peek out from under her dark tea cosy hat.

A trio of women wearing Sexy Santa outfits smile to each other as they eat standing up in a mini McDonalds. Their short skirts and long legs attract attention from everyone in the vicinity.

A cold and cloudless night. I look up as I walk home and see dozens of stars. I assume that the brighter ones are airplanes, but as I keep on looking, they don’t appear to move.

An elderly man strolls through Brixton, wearing short baggy trousers and smoking a pipe.

A young guy waits at a bus stop on Halloween night, a small pair of horns protruding from his forehead. They look very natural, very HellBoy.

I visit a Chinese takeaway near my workplace. As I wait for my meal I feel someone’s gaze and notice a young man looking at me. I look away nervously, but he continues to stare at me intently. Then his food arrives (Chicken Chow Mein) and he leaves the restaurant without looking at me again.

I walk toward the high street on a Saturday morning. It feels like the whole world is asleep, and I enjoy the rare feeling of solitude. Then a guy walks past me and makes a lewd comment about my body. Ten minutes later he sees me again and tries to greet me, I ignore him and walk on quickly. (Why do guys do that? Do they really think that a woman is going to be flattered by a filthy come on? This isn’t the Benny Hill show!)

Written by PJ | Posted in real life

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