Yesterday, on the way to see The Cooper Temple Clause1 play the Shepherd's Bush Empire I took the tube to Shepherd's Bush Empire. So far, so incredibly mundane. Sitting down on the tube though and I catch the eyes of a girl opposite me two seats down. Bother I think to myself, as I realise I now will have to spend the next six stops avoiding looking up around the carriage again in case I catch her eyes and have to then worry about whether she thinks I'm so odd person for staring at her. After about two minutes of reading the London Lite I look up without thinking (the London Lite does that to you) and accidentally catch her eye again. Alas, I sigh inwardly, I have been branded a strange staring person and now I shall live with it till I leave this carriage in all of four minutes, but then I realise that she has taken a Moleskine notepad out of her bag and is writing something down in it. Being branded by a stranger as a person who stares at other people is one thing, being written about in a notepad to be put up on a Myspace2 blog is another thing. So I waited till the next stop, grabbed her notepad and threw it out of the door onto the underground tracks, whereupon I took a photograph of it and yelled "FLICKRED" really loudly.
No, not really. I just got on with reading about Lindsey Lohan's new rehab fling, got off the tube where I was meant to and forgot all about it till just now. But still.
1 Have seen that the money is in scratchy-alternative-dance-house-rock music and are going there with aplomb. Actually, scratch that, they already are there and they're now just letting everyone know. Loudly.
2 / livejournal / facebook / whateverishipthesedays
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This happens to me rather frequently on the DC Metro, and I've come to realize that whether or not the stare-ee thinks I'm being an Odd Starer, it's really them that's being the Odd Starer, else they wouldn't be meeting my eyes quite so often. Or else I have something on my face.