Unusually, the train the other day had seats that ran down the length of the carriage. Heaven only knows where they dug that one up from. Must have had a rolling stock emergency of something... ( maybe that guy from the february post was involved ? )
So... anyway... sat opposite this guy, and really enjoyed the letters across his t-shirt.
And I assumed him to be Australian on no other evidence.
Do words so quickly, unconsciously dictate to us how we read our world ?
