OK, so I went into London today with some friends to an open-air screening of Amélie (absolutely fantastic film, if you haven't seen it yet, GO AND BUY IT AND WATCH IT IN ALL IT'S GLORY) and that was all fun - we spent about an hour just walking around Brixton trying to find the bloody place. But the train journey home was..... odd, to say the least.
I should really mention the drunk woman, because if the stench of her sick hadn't made us move carriages, this wouldn't have happened. By the time we were at Chelmsford, all my friends had got off, and this gay couple got on (I have to admit, it was the first real-life gay couple I've seen). They sat sort of diagonally opposite me, and whilst I couldn't actually see what they were doing, I got a pretty good view of it from the reflection in the window. I'm such a stalk. Anyway.
They, both clearly drunk, got off at Witham. Not like that, they got off of the train (control your dirty mind, reader!). As they did, one of them said "Well, enjoy the rest of your ride - I tell you, we're two of the most homosexual men ever, we fuck all the time." (or words to that effect) I simply smiled and said "Same," before I heard the bit about them fucking all the time. His eyes widened and he looked at his boyfriend. "Are you up for it? Would you have a threesome with us? His arse is fucking intense." Laughing, they both fell off of the train and continued to 'make out' (can you call it that?) on the platform.
Is it just me, or does that sound weird?
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