Another big man

I went into work by train today, which gave me a chance to get close to another one of the Woking big man statues. There is something very spooky about these; they look as if they might start moving at any time, like something out of an episode of Doctor Who.

Seeing this worried sculpture with the smiley faced poster in the background made me think of a song Aged P. used to sing to cheer me up when I was a child:

When you're smilin', when you're smilin'
The whole world smiles with you
When you're laughin', oh when you're laughin'
The sun comes shinin' through
But when you're cryin', you bring on the rain
So stop that sighin', be happy again
Keep on smilin', 'cause when you're smilin'
The whole world smiles with you

At the end of the day, coming home, the station was full of equally strange yoof including a barely teenage hipster whose beard was, I am convinced, a fake. It looked as if a ginger tom cat was hanging on to his jawline and bristling up in fear. They were in two groups, travelling in opposite directions, and elected to carry on conversations by shouting across the tracks. As communication between human beings goes it lacked subtlety.

The "lacks subtlety" theme continued in the evening when we went to our normally chilled local and found it overtaken by a very large birthday party which I can only (uncharitably) describe as a chavs version of Made In Chelsea. I'm quite a tolerant person but it grated tonight.

My working day was uneventful and I have no plans for the weekend, but I have a busy August and September so perhaps that is no bad thing. I gave TSM a lesson in ear massage this morning - allegedly it helps reduce anxiety and promote wellbeing - so maybe we will have time for a bit more of that. I might even try it out on the Woking big man. He looks a bit up tight ...