Tongue in cheek

Wishing you all an edible (tasty even!) and restful weekend. And devoid of boredom.

Shortly after the shot was taken, Luca stopped being bored and asked 12,000 questions about nuclear bombs and sonic booms instead. I quickly wished he could return to his prior sullen state...

I never got a chance to tell the comatose commuter that I had just stolen an image of his slumber beneath the disembodied huge wet pink tongue.
He woke with a start, realised that he had overshot the runway by at least to stops and rushed out of the train in a panic.
If I am ever again on the same carriage as him, I'll give him a gentle nudge before Connolly Station as it is definitely not his destination...