Kidnapped by Bigfoot
I met Margaret who often liked to be called by the name of Mrs T, on her account of being obsessed with drinking a cup of tea every hour, at London Bridge. It was more of a bumping into than a meeting, she'd had a flask in her hand and in the other was looking down at her mobile. I was looking down at my mobile and hence the collision. Perhaps it was a form of serendipity, perhaps not. We got into a discussion of how mobile phones were making us morons and we shared details of a recent news item about a man on platform 13 and a half who'd fallen on the rail while watching an episode of the clangers then proceeded to get run over by the 6:14 direct connect to Euston. They apparently found his severed hand still clutching the mobile and his head a hundred yards up the track. It must of been one hell of a surprise and no doubt he wondered what happened to Soup Dragon at the end of the episode. Well he'll never know now. Anyway I digress. We got on like a house on fire and Mr...