Christmas Wishes from Holloway Road

Last week I was returning home from work in the evening, walking from Holloway Road tube station down Holloway Road. It was cold, and I yearned miserably for a bus.

This is what happened next:

I fell into the annoying habit of constantly looking over my shoulder for a bus, hoping with each passing minute a cheery red double-decker blob would career over the horizon and speed me away from gritty Holloway Road to moderately less gritty Axminster Road. Now, everyone knows that it is impossible to keep oneself from squinting down the street and positively willing a bus to appear out of the invisible fabric of space and time. In a normal neighbourhood, no one would comment on such behaviour.

In Holloway, however, when I turned around to peer down the road, the man walking behind me screamed: "What the fuck are you looking at?"

I ignored him (of course) and then made a tremendous show of repeatedly looking behind me, hoping to convince him that I REALLY WAS looking for potential public transport and that he was a colossal self-involved demented idiot.

Needless to say, I am really looking forward to spending some quality time in suburbia, away from metropolitan freakjobs.

I hope everyone has a lovely holiday and I can't wait to see some of you soon in Montreal!

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