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The worst thing I've said today is probably "what you want to do is go up the road, cross over at the crossing and it's probably about fifteen minutes up on your left."
I was giving directions. Otherwise my day has been really quiet, so this was more or less the only time I've said anything today, as I was wandering between Holland Park and Holland Park Station, except for the constant under-my-breath muttering of "fuck, fuck, bastard, fuck" as I walked through mud. |
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