Planet Mad

Back from a pleasant evening spent in Brum: couple of pints, couple of bars. "Let the train take the strain" they say, so I did... most convenient. However, on the way home I sat over the aisle from two suits discussing (in a slightly slurring swaying sort of way) their techniques for picking up women. Suit #1 recommended the use of business cards as a way of signalling to potential victims that one is a VERY IMPORTANT professional who is essential enough to have a piece of card stating this. Suit #2 disagreed, recommending instead the use of courses, evening classes and the like. However, he was very careful to clarify this by adding that although Course X is good if one actually wants to learn something, he found there were only 5 women of whom 4 were married and the other was a dog, so it would be better to join the aerobics class.

I had to spend the entire journey studiously staring out the window so I didn't laugh.

Of course, let it be added that I used the reflection in the window as a way of monitoring their conversation... how could one choose to opt out of such entertainment?!