I’m on the tube with my brother and we’re coming back from watching the Emirates Cup. I’m happy that we’ve got seats until he reminds that we’ve just lost to Juventus and I put my stern face back on.
I remind him that we need to change at Holborn so we amble towards the doors. As the train pulls into the station we notice three girls dressed as Vikings complete with horn hats and extra small Scandinavian smocks (which I doubt were ever worn during that era).
My brother tells me that it must be a hen party, we both shake our heads and tut and such behaviour. As we get off the train I sneakily crane my head to get another look until my I receive a sharp brotherly nudge in the ribs for being so obvious.
As I walk up the platform I notice two older women sitting on a bench on the platform talking in quiet hushed tones.
As we approach, I realise they are also staring at the three Norse woman but for quite different reasons.
The train finishes pulling out of the station, the women’s whispers suddenly become audible. Without warning the lead Viking drops her purse and spins around to pick it up.
We’re all caught red-handed.
Thinking they’ve been caught bitching about strangers the waiting women begin to grin guiltily.
I pretend that the green laces of my Adidas are the most interest things I have ever seen.
Meanwhile, my brother struggles to contain his laughter…