http://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=mandrakeroot 2003-07-31T23:56:45Z http://everything2.com/user/mandrakeroot/writeups/July+31%252C+2003mandrakeroothttp://everything2.com/user/mandrakeroot2003-07-31T23:56:45Z2003-07-31T23:56:45Z <p>Coming back from a meeting, I stopped outside <a href="/title/Euston">Euston</a> Station to get myself an <a href="/title/espresso">espresso</a> for the journey. For non-Londoners, Euston is one of the few major stations in <a href="/title/London">London</a> where you can sit outside. </p> <p>Going towards the cafe, I noticed a <a href="/title/plywood">plywood</a> board resting on a luggage <a href="/title/trolley">trolley</a>. A large comment, written in pen at the top: <tt><a href="/title/I%2527m+smoking+for+God">I'm smoking for God</a></tt>. The rest of the board had things stuck to it, <a href="/title/collage">collage</a>s, even a <a href="/title/cigarette">cigarette</a> melted in wax attached to it. I was intrigued. </p> <p>I wanted to see what was on the other side. Poking my head around, I noticed the owner; a not-unattractive girl who said: <p>"What ya doing?"</p> <p>"Just wanted a look"</p> <p>"Only if you give me a cigarette". I don't <a href="/title/smoke">smoke</a>, and said as much. "Bye, then", I said.</p> <p>Her <a href="/title/A+little+vanity+is+good+for+all+of+us">desire to show off her work</a> was too strong, though. Thought it would be. "<a href="/title/Come+on">Come on</a>", she said, indicating the place on the bench next to her. I sat down. </p> <p>"&hellip;