They were all done either on the train or while waiting for the train. Yes, relying on public transport means one quite often have a lot of time on your hands. Especially waiting for the infamous 57 - the Bus From Hell - as Cyril officially labelled it. Normal rules of physics does apparently not apply to it, having the amazing ability of actually not existing within our understanding of time and space for extended periods [especially while I'm at the bus stop waiting]. I've had friends waiting for it in vain while bus after bus runs past stops further down the route, begging of course the question; where does it actually go? Might Cyril actually have it right? Does it return to its home world in Australia or wherever Hell is?
Hey, guess which one depicts an actual incident. If you guessed the third one you'll be right. Pic I made of me & my Squid. I called him Joe. Anyway, Joe was the best pet I've had so far, 'but what about the mess in the house?' you ask. Well, it turns out a squid is pretty easy to get housebroken, much easier in fact than my housemates. Joe was eventually killed when a car ran him over in front of the house, and let me tell you, its not easy to flush something that size down the toilet...
Anyway, I digress.
My point was, penguins make rude guests at parties - they just never leave, pitching there with their snazzy suits and what not.
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