Oh yes, exactly my ideal day
Woke up just to find it was raining. Great!
An old woman tried to rub herself against me in the tube. Not nice.
Exiting Camden Town tube station, my umbrella decides to exhibit its own self-developed conscience and commits suicide. Excellent!
I find I can't close it anymore without punching its string where the close button was (before it exploded at the station's door). Everybody looks at me when I enter the office with the umbrella fully opened. What's wrong, are they superstitious?
Coming back, get harassed by lots of thelondonpaper and londonlite guys. Even a big NOOOOOOO THANKS doesn't deter them. I wish Westminster council banned them!
Finally I found one of my socks was reversed. That might be the reason for everything that happened today.
09 October 2007