- Publish Date
- Tuesday, 28 May 2019, 1:55PM
The Tunnel of Love
I was travelling left to right. A voluptuous, red head opposite me was therefore travelling right to left. To avoid confusion I was travelling east to west, she was travelling west to east, or star-bid to port. Just to further clarify, we were both travelling north as the crow flies.
As the wine cart made its way down the carriage the train rocked gently. The subtle movement swaying her bosom from side to side like 12 pounds of misaligned clay on a potters wheel...