Mystic twattery
Because I am bored this afternoon, I'm going to have a stab at answering the next QOTW before it's been asked. Given the knife-edge timing of this one I won't have time for a long story; just enough to be hailed as either a psychic visionary or an unpsychic nobber.

So, my most memorable travelling companion was the gentleman who sat next to me on the London Underground one evening, wearing a dress, a lampshade on his head and cherry red lipstick, and regaling me with his cheap cider fumes and theories about television aerials.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:24, Reply)