Sat down on the tube and this bloke takes one look at me, whips out an HB and a sketchpad and starts scribbling away, glancing in my direction every few seconds. Whenever I look over he angles it away from me and avoids eye contact. Every time I look away again he's back on the sketchpad.
At Camden Town he stands up and gets off the train. By now I'm just staring at him. He steps onto the platform, turns around so that he's looking square into my eyes with this look of absolute seriousness. Just as the doors are about to close, without breaking eye contact, he raises the sketchpad. It's me, stark naked, under a palm tree, with an absolutely massive c**k.