How do you like it?

I do so enjoy my walk into work. Especially around the Victoria Bus station with its eclectic and cosmopolitan alumni drinking cheap polish lager and smoking Lambert’s finest. Caught a pregnant 50 something chap indulging in a little unashamed ‘stare, drool, ogle and fiddle’ this morning as a double denim clad 20 something girl walked passed, head down looking scared and intimidated. Decided I would give him some of his own treatment, without the fiddling, which I exchanged for a loud ‘phwoar’, wanted him to enjoy a multi-sensory experience of aggressive objectification. Suffice to say he was not best pleased and a little weirded out. The rest of the walk was without incident.