For a little while there London wasn’t being it’s usual self and throwing up strange and bizarre co-incidences – and then it gave me a genuine reason to laugh. Monica and I got the last tube home one night and were walking up past our 24 hour Tesco at what must have been about 12.30am. As we walked up towards the deserted car park we spied a black man in only a small white bath towel sprinting across the tarmac. We watched incredulously as, gripping his just purchased soap, he raced across the road in front of us yelling out ‘Don’t look! Don’t look!’ At this point we were exchanging quick bemused glances and shrugs with the young man who was the only other person in the street.
It could have just stayed a funny story except that three weeks later I was walking out of the station when I heard a man behind me giving his companion, obviously a first time visitor to Leytonstone, a rundown of the area – ‘It’s nice, a little dodgy sometimes, like the time I saw this black guy in just a bath towel going home after buying soap at the Tescos …’
I was so pleased to hear the story being retold I turned around immediately and told him that I had seen it too. I hope the girl with him was suitably impressed at the fact that not only was Leytonstone home to strange stories but that they could be confirmed in the street by random Australians …
It could have just stayed a funny story except that three weeks later I was walking out of the station when I heard a man behind me giving his companion, obviously a first time visitor to Leytonstone, a rundown of the area – ‘It’s nice, a little dodgy sometimes, like the time I saw this black guy in just a bath towel going home after buying soap at the Tescos …’
I was so pleased to hear the story being retold I turned around immediately and told him that I had seen it too. I hope the girl with him was suitably impressed at the fact that not only was Leytonstone home to strange stories but that they could be confirmed in the street by random Australians …