One of housemates from university phoned on Sunday and we spent a bit of time catching up. I told her about the cannabis factory next door and we discussed that for a while. I asked her if she’d had any exciting adventures over Christmas. She said she had. She’d been involved in an armed robbery. I felt this trumped my story.
She had been in Nigeria over Christmas as her husband’s parents live there at the moment and they had gone to a park and as they were walking about two men blocked their path brandishing machetes and made them all lie face down on the ground. So they complied (unsurprisingly) and the men then made each of them in turn hand over their valuables and then they disappeared off into the forest. Rather scary. They were all ok though. Me potentially getting high on cannabis fumes rather pales by comparison.
The return to work was ok, apart from having to trek through a bit of snow. My overly friendly colleague came over and had a brief word. I briefly responded to him, but kept my eyes firmly fixed on my computer screen. It seemed to work fairly well. Maybe 2009 will not be the year in which I kill him.
London’s weekly railway news #231
10 hours ago