Ex-ter-min-ation

- is what a Dalek says in French. I know because I have just heard one.

Almost an armful - more, in fact.

Imagine my surprise* when, worn out after a long day at work, I scramble** up the steps of the antiquated tram home, grasping the nearest pole to steady myself amid the rush-hour surge, only to realise I have in fact grabbed hold of the tanned and muscly forearm of a nice young man sitting down and resting his chin on his hand.




*shock, swiftly followed by horrified embarrassment, slowly followed by growing interest
**crawl