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Read who/what Pascale is...
a student, a daughter, an older sister, a little monster, crazy for the UK, a pickle person, a night owl, a friend, hardcore, a joker, a little weird,
very friendly, a fangirl, grumpy in the morning, a hopeful photographer, a dancer, good with children, bad with left-traffic, clumsy, a party girl,
a teachers' assistant, an organiser, a hopeful singer, a RockStar drinker, a heel-person, into Disney, a blogger, a hopeful writer, a chick lit reader,
curious, into fashion, always on twitter, an inventor, against drugs, interested in proper shoes on men, working in a restaurant, impulsive, excited for the future!
accidently taking 5 m&ms out of a packet of the same colour, sunshine blinding me while I'm driving, driving my car alone so I can sing along to my favourite songs without bothering anybody,
when the music in restaurants is exactly loud enough to still hear it and still be able to speak to each other,
the sound of the tumbledryer, McFly, getting mail, shopping online, karate battles with people that don't know squat about karate,
making pokemons out of tinfoil and have battles, a heavy wallet, doing random cartwheels, living after your horoscope,
happymeals, sudoku, twister fries, giving advice even though I never really take any advice from others, murder documentaries,
taking silly quizes from magazines, Simon Mitchell's amazing art, telling ghost stories even though I'm the biggest wuss around, my glasses,
schoolparties with old teachers, researching random facts, sleeping in, exploring, Adam from The Struts.
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You're under arrest
Wednesday, 30 March 2011 18:11
I'm on my way home from work. On the tube, central line, in one of those middle sections, glaring at everyone whose got a seat. I'm jealous and I'm keeping an eye on everyone so I can dash towards the first person that stands up. At the other middle section, I see one guy with floppy Justin Bieber hair do the same thing. I feel a bit of a competition starting - whose gonna grab the first seat that comes available? Me or him? There's a middle aged man standing next to me. He smells like he needs a shower and he's got a massive scar on his face, from the corner of his mouth all the way up to his eye. I don't know if he's also waiting for a seat, but we're holding onto the same bar that's keeping us in balance as the tube moves in shocks from left to right.
Yea, so... I'm just standing there, paying attention to the Justin Bieber opposite of me because I want to get a seat before he does. How annoying that he keeps looking at everyone, bending backwards to look past me (to see if there's any empty seats at the other side of the carriage?). He hasn't even got any heavy bags - I definitely deserve a seat more than he does. Then the tube stops at Tottenham Court Road...
The tube stops at Tottenham Court road. Three people get up from their seats and I see him fly forward. All three people are getting off the tube at my side of the carriage, so of course I have to wait until all of them have passed me before I can go and have a seat. Instead of Justin Bieber sitting down, he pushes himself towards me and just as I think he needs to get off the tube in a hurry (why would he go past all the seats if he could just go off at the other end?) he screams; YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
Not at me, of course. Apart from sticking my chewing gum underneath tube seats, I'm not much of a criminal. No, scarface next to me is the one who is getting arrested by a guy with floppy Bieber hair, about my age, in normal clothes. There's two girls who grab his arms; also both girls are my age and look like they just got out of work and are on their way home. Undercover police officers. I'm in shock; as is everyone else in the carriage as the two girls hold the mans arms behind his back. The guy who I thought was eyeing up my seat grabs a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and they all drag him out of the train whilst telling him to relax and to obey. Before I can even hear what he is arrested for, the tube doors close.
I'm not stupid - I checked my bag to see if I still had all my stuff. And I do! Nothing's gone missing. So he probably wasn't arrested for robbing people on the tube, which definitely is a good thing, seeing as I'd been standing next to him for quite some time. But I still want to know what he was arrested for... maybe I'll find out more tomorrow. If I find out, I'll definitely post it up here, so keep checking back!