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February 18, 2008

Plump Friction

My mother taught me never to talk to strangers, nor to accept a lift from one.........

So what did i do the other day?....yes, i did BOTH, in the middle of London.
I had been promised lunch by the 'brothel creeper' himself, SEBASTIAN HORSLEY, and i had been issued the edict: 'Darling, please don't be late, i have another appointment at 3'
Quite right too, except, i was running behind schedule.
I had decided to try to WALK from Victoria station to Horsley Towers (somewhere in Soho), but didn't realise how bloomin' FAR it was.
London was gridlocked, and there was not a cab to be seen.
It looked as if i was going to be delayed to the point that Master H's distain would have been unbearable.
Added to which indignity, i did not actually know where i was going.
I was a stranger in paradise----SO, i asked directions from 'white van man'
Out came the map, and then, the offer of the century:
'Tell you what' he said 'i have another delivery in the next street to where you're goin'....i give yer a lift if yer like'
The thought somehow tickled me.
That is why ladies and gent, i found myself, in all my finery and jantily placed hat, in a: PULP FACTION: Recycling company van!!.
The blurb on their website states: A SINGLE SOLUTION TO ALL YOUR NEEDS.
I'll say.
I could have kissed him....except there was a baby buggy between the driver and passenger seat.
The spirit of adventure is still in the old girl.........

Posted by Letitcia at February 18, 2008 04:04 PM

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