Chicken & Chips

On the train, everyday without fail, I hear someone listening to chicken & chips music.. The beat sounds like a train in motion... Or you can repeatedly say chicken & chips to get the rhythm..

What's it all about...??

Cooling Cabby Treats...

Walking to catch the train today a black cabby caught my attention rummaging in the boot of his cab. He was parked askew, the cabs rear end protruding beyond the corner of the road, coupled with his frantic searching I surmised that he had possibly broken down.

His head finally emerged from the boot having found the item required, a bottle of engine coolant. Closing the boot he strolled around towards the front of the vehicle, unscrewed the lid and proceeded to pour the contents all over some bread somebody had left at the foot of a tree for the birds to eat.

People...

Reprise......

The ever shifting ebb & flow of life cast the existence of this place to furthest recesses of my mind.. To be continued seems apt..

Whilst awaiting public transportation post employment today, I noted a young lady donning a headscarf for religious reasons. Jeans were painted on.. Very confusing..

More soon..