Friday, January 11, 2008

Stop means stop

There really is no better french fry condiment than malt vinegar.

A lot of pubs serve food, but only during the day. This has made finding dinner frustrating two nights in a row.

Coming into the tube station this evening, Jeff had hit a big red button that read STOP in hopes of it working in reverse and making the non-functioning escalator spring into action. It did not. A red light turned on and then a Big Brother voice came over the PA saying, "To the persons who just turned off the escalator to the Jubilee line, why did you do that?" We both yelled out, "It was already off!" and then we ran down the stairs and hoped we would not get arrested. (We were not.)

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