The travels of Brammers, part 4b

[blamebrampton]

Made it to my friend's place near Brixton, a mere 20 minute walk with large suitcase from the station. Memo to self: when your brain says 'No, I'll tube to Brixton and cab to your house is a bad idea', it is because it is, on a deep level, remembering the fact there are no cabs to be had in Brixton.

Still, I made it through the rabbit warren of poorly signed streets to where I was meant to be! And people were very encouraging with their directions, if not actually helpful (I was going somewhere odd).

A lovely young lass offered to help me with my bag at the stairs when I changed at Green Park, I laughed and said thank you, but it was so heavy I would rather just damage myself, then a big strapping lad appeared and carried it for me. I told him he had restored my faith in British men, he assured me he regularly did so and was thinking of putting it on his CV as an attribute.

Also, I have worked out why, moral imperatives aside, the British are committed to prosecuting the war in Afghanistan. £49 cashmere cardies at M&S -- ridiculous!

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[annes-stuff.livejournal.com]

Then a big strapping lad appeared and carried it for me. I told him he had restored my faith in British men, he assured me he regularly did so and was thinking of putting it on his CV as an attribute.

Such men exist in Erko as well. When I caught the train to your place from the airport a nice man carried my suitcase up the stairs for me.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Oh bless, it's not all inner-west anarchists and lesbian parents ;-)