the corner office

a blog, by Colin Pretorius


Bah. Yesterday morning I went into work for the early shift, which requires changing trains at London Bridge for the short hop to Cannon Street.

The crap part of spring is that everyone still acts like it's -25C outside and so trains are still heated, windows closed. I got onto the train and the air was hot, rotten, fetid, with regular coughs and sniffles and I thought to myself 'so help me if I don't get sick from breathing this damned air.'

So true's nuts, I've come down with man flu. I've more likely than not picked something up from Leo, who along with thousands of nursery-going toddlers is just teeming with lurgy-germs. But I'm still blaming the foul air on that train.

{2011.03.23 21:44}

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