Train overhearing

The two male students got on at Brockley. Opinionated, informed and fully commentisfreee, at first they were assessing the progress of the civil engineers on the east London line extension, perhaps wondering just when that direct link to Shoreditch will open.

But thought soon turned to weightier cultural matters. Apropos of maybe a post-Glstnbry sartorial appraisal in this close summer, one averred:


“Wellies”
(silence)
“Got to be the wellies mate. They are so ghetto.”

Any affirmation from either his mate or closet listeners was superfluous for an opinion so forthrightly rendered in the modern style as fact. We were off to search out the sickest boot looks on the streets of southeasy. Maybe the festival can be the real world.