Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Telling it how it is

I love Shadwell tube. It's deep, dank and damp. There is the constant sound of water rushing through. I like to think the atmosphere is a link to a near forgotten past. I rarely have occasion to use it but it never fails to send a shiver down my spine. I probably look like a loon breathing in the air and giggling to myself.

Last night a group of women moved down the platform. Their bags suggested they had just been to some kind of beauty trade fair. One was sporting a huge pass with the word MODEL splashed in big, bold letters across the middle. I shook my head thinking sad cow.

The Irish drunk who had already passed me with his loyal and obedient hound took a slightly different approach. "You fucking need that, love. Never would've guessed otherwise. Fucking model!"

5 comments:

Red said...

Exactly... If you need to advertise your model status in big letters, chances are you don't look like one!

a.c.t said...

Hahahahah that's classic. Never been to Shadwell, the nearest I've ever been is South India Quay to go to the cinema, which was a trek from North London. Mind you, if entertaining stuff like that happens, it'd be worth a visit..

Rehan Qayoom said...

I'm sure there's a haven of a church there to visit. I can vaguely recall St something, Shadwell.

lifeintunnels said...

Shadwell is great, one of the stations that makes you feel like an extra in an old film. Great comment from the Irish fella!

Ashley said...

hilarious!