At the bus stop was sat two Africans, a brother and a sister. they both had tight jeans on and were eating macdonalds and chilling, waiting for the bus.

the sister was the older one and she pulled out her ipod and put some music on.

a white lady, in her late 20s and with a black linen frock and hairy/scratched legs went and sat next to them. she gave them a quick smile as she sat down. she was also listening to her ipod.

after ten minutes, a bus to inala came and the two kids got on. the white lady stayed seated and i checked her out again, hoping that even though i wasn't attracted to her she'd still look over to me and i'd get that cool eye contact.

Later on that evening, the african kids were having dinner at home...

"that lady who sat next to us stunk, could you smell her?"
"no, what did she smell like?"
"gross, like i dunno, a hippie. she smelled like west end"
"yuck, i hate that. i bet she felt cool sitting next to us"
"they always do"
"I know, they do"

I have a friend, Sam, who's moved over to Ireland. He has this blog that he puts all these photos he takes up on; it's called OnIslands and on it he posted this photo, for all the workerwear fans



edit: click on the photo to see it in full size

Dead Photographer

The photographer, Corinne Day, died a few days ago. Anyway, I didn't immediately know her name, so after wikipedia-ing her and reading she did this topless photo shoot with a sixteen year old Kate Moss, I immediately searched Google for this shoot. Nothing THAT good came up, which I kind of expected. Here are some pictures of Corinne Day's and it turns out I knew who she was, I'm just shit-as with names.