As soon as Andy Frangou stepped inside the Tube Carriage, the atmosphere visibly darkened. In the gloom he could make out vague shapes. He sensed the hostility-almost tasted it .Copper.
Imperceptibly, his hands reached his pockets.
Slowly, Slowly
The nearest threat was a strange gray lady with dead eyes. Next to him was a Lawyer type but with most crazed eyes he had seen this side of Hong Kong. Two big men, human concrete, softly punched their right fist into their left hands softly.
Whap Whap
An Evil Smelly Type burped softly
Behind him , a sly grinning machete of a Man
So many of them .He quickly counted them .Almost two hundred.
Careful Careful, Now
His hand went into his pocket and pulled it out.
The Ultimate cloak of Invisibility-The Epitome of Anonymity.
Safe behind the Metro Newspaper ,working out the crossword ill-temperedly, he continued his journey on the Central Line to Perivale
Relatively unharmed.
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RUDE LONDON !!
HumorA Comical look at London, Life, Love and other impossibilities !!! A Wacky look at London , Londoners and Love..... FEATURING : Love on the Tube / Love on the Move , London Transport Romance , Dogging and Catford , Ilford Vampires , Vampy Veena, Un...
