Who'd a thunk?

I confess, today I was missing Dobuy.

Wandering down the fabulous Kings Road with a hint of sunlight and a slight nip in the air, I longed to sit on the wall near my favourite spot whilst i sipped my 10 dirham (1.50 pound) freshly squeezed mango juice watching the sunset.

As means of supplementing this, I wandered down to the trocadero near Picadilly Circus, into a shisha cafe and merrily puffed away whilst reminiscing. The music was good, the shisha was good and so was the coffee. But there was no sunset or sweltering heat. So, I strolled along the Embankment, breathing in crisp fresh air (something which never existed in Dobuy), taking in the glorious skyline of London and thought to myself "there's no place like home" and everything will be fine.

Thoughts on the London Underground

“I will let you off as we are on the tube, and there is barely room to breathe, but any other time, I will slap you in the face for groping my arse”

“How can someone smell so bad this time of the morning?!”

“I must remember not to stand next to someone tall next time I am on a packed tube. They are breathing on my face with bad breath! worried his bogies might be spraying on my face”!

“Ok, who just farted?”

“I am sure that book is incredibly enticing, but at the moment I don't even have room to scratch my arse, so please put that book away"

"lady, i don't think you looked in the mirror before leaving the house this morning"

"why do men ALWAYs wear the same friggin shoes - thank god i was born a woman"

"damn, can't reach for ipod to lower volume - god i hope no one can hear this song!!"