On the bus back from Gatwick I saw the most amazing series of beautiful sexy women
August 25, 2016 § Leave a comment
On the bus back from Gatwick I saw the most amazing series of beautiful sexy women, starting at Piccadilly Circus and then along the entire length of Shaftesbury Avenue, although it dwindled out as rapidly as it started once we turned into the Charing Cross Road and then New Oxford Street, though there were three most stunningly beautiful brunettes on the bus with me for various stages of the journey all the way back to Dalston Junction, all of whom sought some eye contact with me. Sometimes I feel in bloom, I really do, though it is only ever fleeting. That is Spring for you. The funny thing is that now London has become merely a waiting room between trips to Vienna and Munich and Berlin and Frankfurt, it has brought London to some kind of life for me. No longer is London my prison for the rest of my life, it is but a waiting room between travels. One can live happily in a waiting room but not in a prison, even if one has to wait for six months at a time.