After Class

At the end the tutor said she had been on the stage a lot when younger - namely as one of the diddymen with Ken Dodd. We laughed.

The hot weather has made Angel smell like metal. Gets in your throat and hangs there. Comination of this, the fact I was facing backwards and the jerky bus driving was making me feel sick on the way home. Opposite me was a doll-faced girl with perfectly formed small full mouth and expressionless blue eyes.

I followed a mid-teen girl up my street who was pretending to be a drum majorette. But lacking a drum. Air-drumming, in fact. Just before reaching home I was passed by three people singing a chorus of Touch Me from Rocky Horror. Thrill me chill me fulfil me creature of the night.