I sit on the bus, gazing at the Houses of Parliament as we cross Westminster Bridge. A man walks along the bridge wearing a t-shirt with a huge picture of a wolf's face on it. His pot belly conspires to push the wolf's snout forward, lending a 3-D effect to the image. I giggle.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
3 comments:
Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?
I can picture the shape of his belly quite well now. Snoutish.
CEO
Not me. He can huff and puff all he likes.
Jocelyn
It was quite a formidable belly
Puss
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