A short postcard from my Thursday morning commute to the city centre as the picture really does speak for itself. It was written on the steamed up window opposite my seat.
A message to you, Amy.
So, Amy is a freak in the sack apparently. I wonder what lead the author of this statement to come to the conclusion that poor Amy went a bit nuts in bed? I wonder if Amy saw this message? After all it was addressed to her. Who are Amy and the author? So many unanswered questions.
Most of all it pissed me off greatly. It’s nothing to do with the statement, but few things in life annoys me more than the improper use of ‘your’ and ‘you’re’. It bothered me for the rest of the day. And Amy thought she had problems…
