the golden age of pasta salad.

made the connection at bristol and this guy was tutting, sighing and rolling his eyes when i asked to sit down where he had put his tiny rucksack on the only free seat on the train. then he proceeded to tut and sigh and glare until i stared at him. you only paid for one seat, not two. cretin.

so anyway after a different seat came up i sat in that instead and ate my lunch. which was brilliant. best pasta salad i've ever had. then i slept the rest of the way. fantastico

- Posted from the roving mike of destiny.