This morning on my commute into work I sat next to one of the worst smelling men I have ever come across. After a while I started to worry that the smell was attaching itself to my body and clothing, both of which I had gone to the trouble of recently cleaning. I wanted to ask him exactly how you could smell that bad, especially first thing in the morning. Naturally though, I didn't.
Saw the funniest numberplate I've seen in a while on my way home last night. DUBL-07. What type of car was it on you ask? A classic Aston-Martin? No, a Toyota Corolla.
One of my colleagues today told me a story about how Alby Mangels tried to pick her up in a bar when she was 22, then left messages on her phone for the next week, trying to get her to go to Africa with him. Then another colleague added that he also pestered her friends' Mum for a while. I thought this was awesome - I always wondered how he always had a different lady friend with him on all those "World Safari" movies, as it turns out, the key was hitting on every woman in sight until someone said yes.
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