Thumb-suckers of the World UNITE!
You know what? I am proud to be a thumb sucker…
It’s the most lovely thing in the world to come home after a long day, give your hands a soothing soapy wash and then settle down to a good bit of thumb sucking.
I suck the thumb on my right hand only. I know of people who suck both thumbs, but I really only suck my right thumb.
Once or twice I have had to suck my left thumb due to a burn or cut on my right thumb and I can only describe the experience as weird. It’s like wearing your left shoe on your right foot. It just didn’t feel right…
My Dad really badgered me to give up sucking my thumb when I was in my teens, I suppose he felt that it was going too far. When we’d be sitting looking at the TV, he wouldn’t let me suck my thumb so I used to sit behind a plant and do it there.
I have been thinking about how lucky I am to have my thumb and to enjoy it so much. It really is an incredibly unique experience and I feel at one with other adult thumb-suckers. I always smile to myself when I spot them. They are as rare as albinos, but they are out there.
Once I had a bad skin disorder on my thumb. I mentioned it to the doctor in passing, when I was in for another ailment which I won’t go into now, I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in that anyway. The Doctor told me that the digestive juices are at work when my thumb is in my mouth and it’s causing the skin to be broken down. I didn’t believe a word of that and sucked my thumb until it felt well again. It’s been fine ever since but it’s down to the bone now.
That’s alright though…
Conked out on the Circle Line…
Look at this pair!
They’re a bundle of laughs altogether!
I’d say they’re sleeping buddies; joined at the hip, they travel the length and breadth of London, dozing away on the tube… shur isn’t it grand for them! Yer man on the right is a close contender too I’d say, he’s about to drop off at any moment and the heavy eyes on him…
Snoring and slobbering and sudden head jerks, then waking and looking around, then settling back down to the slumber again… Round and round they go on the Circle Line…
Thats the Life!
Willie the Chocolate guy…
This guy Willie the Chocolate guy, have you ever seen him?
He is a deeply annoying human being. I hate the way they continue filming him when he has chocolate all over his face after one of his fancy chocolate tasting evenings. It just looks foul. Channel 4 obviously think his passion for chocolate surpasses any need for personal hygiene.
Despite this, I still find myself watching him when he is on TV, to be annoyed is to be entertained.
Since watching his Documentary/Series thingy on chocolate making, I have been buying good quality chocolate, sometimes with 70% cacao in it. I am turning into a bit of a chocolate snob…
Anyway, I bought this bar today…
and let me tell you, it is very very satisfying!
Go out and buy it and taste it and tell me what you think…
Horizontal Man…
I was in Central London today. I walked past this building and there was nothing remarkable about it at first glance…
but upon closer inspection, I spotted some shoes…
And attached to the shoes was a man…
He may have been asleep, he may have been dead…
I didn’t take it any further…
The Thames Seal…
This is another photo of the Seal.
I saw him the other morning at the crack a dawn again.
Seeing him is almost a religious experience I tellya… especially when it’s just me and him and we’re looking at each other in the peace and quiet of the morning.
Me looking at him and him looking at me.
Dog of the sea.
We dwell in two different worlds, yet our daily routines are entwined. I wonder where he is when the tide is out and he’s not on his wooden floating pallette.
I want to swim in there and go with him for some adventures under the sea.
I really wish I was a selkie…
Bit of a wreck really…
This man is a bit of a wreck.
Saw him on Old Kent Road…
He had a dog that sat on the ground and repeatedly scratched his snout with his paw.
The man stood in front of me and was chatting on a mobile phone. I heard him tell his friend that he was “just sittin’ on a bench having a drink, just chillin… ”
His eyes told me that he had been doing that for a very long time.
He said his ‘Key Worker’ just passed by and saw him with a drink and gave him grief. He said the Key worker nagged him saying ”what are you doing with your life and you shouldn’t be drinking and blah blah blah”…
I then heard him say that he was just a bloke and that’s what blokes do…
Mean man…
This man was mean to me.
I sat in front of him on the bus this morning and he said something. I turned around and said “sorry?” (politely) and he mumbled again and I said “sorry?” again and we went round and round until he lost his patience and shouted “turn your head around, I’m talking to him” (nodding at the fella on the right of this photo, who didn’t know him from Adam as he got on at the same stop as me).
So I duly turned my head around and while I was doing that I decided to sit somewhere else altogether, somewhere well away from him. As I did so, he muttered “good choice”.
Then he said “You’re all fools”…
Bad Luck & Allah…
Once my driving instructor told me that she was teaching this very holy Muslim girl how to drive. When it came to do her test, she got the day off work and went to the test centre only to be told that her test was cancelled. She was completely unphased by it.
The Driving Instructor said “Jeez that’s an awful pain it was cancelled isn’t it?” and she said “Nah, It’s what Allah wanted”…
That story always stuck with me for some reason…
It’s quite a calm way to think… Like anytime anything went wrong or didn’t go ‘my way’, I could just say “Allah wants it that way…”
Well I hope Allah wants what I want… Ay there’s the rub, methinks…
Hmmmm….
The Creme Egg man…
His ears were dead hairy, but not hairy enough to stop the wax from flowing out like a little waxy stream down to his hairy temples… that was like a crème egg too, the yellow bit of the crème egg. I don’ t mean to turn you off crème eggs n’ stuff…
He was focussed on one thing and one thing only and that was fag butts. He couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes combed the pavement and he bent down to pick up a flattened one that had only a centimetre in it. Even though he was a large man, he was bird like in the way he chose his fag butts. A longer fag was lying only a metre away from where he picked up the stubby one, I saw his eyes darting over to it, eyeing it up but he didn’t go for it cuz it would have been too big a risk for him. It would come with the possibility of some kind of confrontation, be it with the front of a bus, or a person shouting at him. He would then be forced out of his comfort zone and maybe he would have to run.
He decided he was better off not having any interactions.
Well I have been thinking of him since and wondering about him quite a bit…I was thinking that maybe he is from eastern europe or somewhere and he was a spy or knew some top secret information and he posed a threat to the government so they gave him a face lift and a lobotomy and shipped him over here and let him loose, dumped him on the streets like a stray dog…
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Wildlife…
And would you believe that up until about six weeks ago, on the mornings that the tide would be in, I would see a seal on the thames as I cycled up the path. He was there like clockwork, just chilling out on a floating wooden palette, having the time of his life… I swear to God, no word of a lie …I have been seeing him most mornings for like four months now, he even recognises me and kinda nods his head when i turn the corner… I always stop for a minute and just stay a while in the quiet…listening to the water lapping and looking at him, but since the mornings have been getting brighter I’ve not seen him at all…
Seals
Pheasants
(and can I remind you, this is London…Zone 2, I am talking about…)
