Colin Firth on my commute again

Chug chug chug There are looks and then there are stares And wide-eyed candy floss pink blushes Contained in dim lit, smoke studded carriages Stuffed with meat and bodies and faces and breaths Some of which aren't as sweet smelling As the dulcet tones of Elizabeth Bennett Or Mr Darcy and his linens (I presume)… Continue reading Colin Firth on my commute again