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In Kings Cross station, waiting for the Cambridge train to arrive. You never know which platform, 8 - 11. I sat between 8 and 9 … next to a lady who was busy scribbling.

“I’m writing a book. Problem is that I need a title.” She said.

She had lots of luggage. I looked at it. “They’re sending a porter.”

Another man slumped down, very wobbly, smelled of whisky.

“I’m a Philosopher, going to Cambridge.” Clearly drunk.

The porter arrived, lots of facial hair, hairy arms, covered with hair.

“Got my title!” The lady said, “Hairy Porter and the Philosopher’s stoned!”

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    Christopher over 1 year ago

    Haha! Nice to see that Neville isn't the only punster in the Hunt family!

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Hehe! Growing up there were six of us all trying to out-pun the others. And it still goes on....

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