Somewhere in a parallel reality, or possibly somewhere else in this one, there’s a blog post from someone who overheard the following yesterday:

Woman: Look, this one matches our bed linen.
Man: Why would I ever want a tie that matches our bed linen?

Combining public transport, mobile phones, the NHS and eavesdropping.

Overheard on the train during the week, woman on mobile phone:

“Got to go now, I’ve been trying to get through to work but no one’s answering. I’m going to be an hour later, always a good thing when you’ve got patients waiting.”

I’ve just seen a giant rabbit sitting on top of a dustbin. This sort of thing doesn’t normally happen to me. At least it didn’t say anything.