To the woman on Kilburn station this morning wearing a mini-skirt, cowboy boots, and with over-worked calves: don't. The cowboy boots look is about them not being flush, tight to your calves, but about them being loose, implying an Amelie-like waifness that does not accord with three games of women's rugby on a weekend.
To the woman on Baker Street Jubilee line platform with the interesting patterned tights: they've got a hole in.
To the woman in the Picadilly bound train who kneed me in the groin, and when I gave her a dirty look said "some people" to the collective audience: take your bad day out one someone else.
To the bloke who read yesterday's Sunday Times business section over my shoulder: get your own paper.
Bad day? Moi? Naah.
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