You’re standing on a train station platform, waiting. Then you hear it, that poooing poooing sound shooting along the metal tracks, the hum of some 1,500 volts powering past just before the train comes into the station.
😯 the ‘oh sh*t, I’m sorry’ face.
I was just out on my bicycle, wearing a hideously fluorescent yellow jacket and of course a helmet. I was merrily peddling along as a woman pulled out of a junction and immediately made the 😯 face at me.
Welcome back to the real world
I have heard this a lot in the two weeks that I have returned from Bali.
Welcome back to…
A world dominated by a consistent reminder that we should seek more from our lives, more technology, more belongings, more clothes, more bling, a pressure to spend money and therefore an implied pressure to have more money.