The Common Trip on Riff Cafe

Music analysts,

You might enjoy The Common Trip.

Floatingly,
SA

The Hunter

I'm amused.

My best tricks? Yes, I do employ them. Sincere and bold? Mostly. Dramatic guestures and being chased down the street? Huh? Maybe I should start looking back.

And I took the test twice just be sure.

How To Wear A Brassiere

I would let the photograph speak for itself but please allow me to draw your attention to Step 4: 'If the flesh around your bust are exposed under your arms, tuck the excess into the cups.'

Tuck the excess? Shouldn't you just get the next size? Or think of losing some weight? You don't tuck the excess; you get something that accomodates the excess, I would think. Especially when Step 3 tells you that it should all fit nice and snug.

As regards Step 2 and 5, I am not sure you really need to lean backwards and forwards to get the damn thing on. And wearing a bra in general isn't that complicated. But maybe that's just me.

And they wonder why most women in the world wear the wrong bra size.

The Inconvenience Of Street Food

There is something wonderous about being sleep deprived and disoriented, walking through Frankfurt airport, searching for Gate B25. Doors miraculously open, leading you into empty elevators the size of small palace with marble flooring and no buttons to press. Handel's Giulio Cesare lingers in the air while trains magically appear and zip you across to far flung terminals. But most importantly, when you're sitting in the airport lounge, all sophisticated, sipping red wine and eating cheese and crackers with a goodlooking investment banker, you suddenly think distractedly - Mmm.. golgappas would be nice!