about that underpass...

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Date: 01 September 2003 13:44:06

you remember that red and green tarmac hole in centre of the city roundabout which has provided many an amusing tale?

Well, this morning as I dragged myself back to work (moan) after a wonderful Greenbelt-and-DIY week off, the underpass once again entertained me with it's usual strangeness as a walked the last few steps to my office.

This morning strangeness came in the form of two joggers.

I rounded the corner and entered the first tunnel under the road. At the end of the tunnel, in the central circle, I saw two men dressed in matching baggy tracksuits. They were doing star-jumps - STAR-JUMPS! Is this normal behaviour at 8:20am, never mind about the location?

As I walked towards them, they continued jumping. It looked as if they were performing in an arena; I wondered who their audience was and glanced around as a exited the tunnel. I was the only one there, there weren't even any birds... probably had the sense to fly off when the men began jumping. Then, just as I was about to get totally weirded out, I noticed that both men were wearing wigs - WIGS!

For a second I wondered if this was one of those nightmarish dreams where you think you've woken up and got dressed and have walked to work, and then you wake up and discover that you're still in bed and all that effort you put into getting up was all in your head and you've still got to find the energy to get up, get dressed and walk to work. Usually I wake up at the point when the dream gets too sureal to be believeable. This time I didn't wake up. I concluded that I must be awake already.

The craxy men stopped their star-jumps and started jogging off towards the town centre. I walked on, pretending I hadn't noticed them. As they passed I glanced back at them, on their backs they both had the same three numbers: 118.

Suddenly it all makes sense.

But it doesn't make it any less strange.