Coming back from the airport (actually, Amsterdam, cause I decided not to go straight home), sitting in the train, and these two kids - well, kids - like, 23, 25, something, plop down on the other side, start talking in English - they're from London, like, one half-black the other with a Prodigy kinda haircut and listening to em was like listening to the f***ing Streets, know what I'm saying? (
Mike Skinner I mean). And I'm lookin at them and they're all spacing out trying to peer outside and the one guy is just talking on and on and on without stopping one story after another just pushed on by his random stories and the other just kinda sometimes mumbles something unhearable back and they both have their jaws going, you know, munching and munching methodically - and I'm trying to hide that I'm grinning ... so, getting to Utrecht the guy's all, where the f*** is this anyway, so I decide to help em out, say, "it's Utrecht" - they're going to Den Bosch, dont know where the f*** it is - I'm all, going to a party eh? Yeah,
Dance Valley ... aaah ... i c <grins>