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!”
Christopher over 1 year ago
Haha! Nice to see that Neville isn't the only punster in the Hunt family!
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....