Thursday, 3 November 2005

London Post Office

Went to a Post office to snail a package. The people behind the counter was completely encased in in bulletproof glass, it was like walking into the cellblock where they kept Hannibal Lecter. In order to hand over large items that doesn't fit through the breathing holes, they have a drawerlike arrangement, very much like the one Hannibal had.

"A census came to my door, I ate his stomach with some chips and a nice vinegar... ftp... ftp...ftp..."

Yuck! the food habits here.....

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