None, sorry.
There's a pretty mixed-race woman who I see at the bus stop each morning, we smile at each other. That's it I'm afraid.

Often when I'm walking down to the tube in the evening, there's a tall woman with a really fucking weird, lumpy body shape walking down ahead of me. If you're reading this, love, jogging bottoms are simply not for you. You look at best like you have a bag of baking potatoes stuffed down the back of them, and at worst that you have taken a frankly alarming dump in your pants.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 8:24, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Ohhhhh how convienent.
I bet this pretty woman just happens to be going to work at the same time as you.

I am watching you Boycie.
( wanderlust, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 8:46, Reply)

watching stalking
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 9:15, Reply)

She's pretty mixed-race?
Like, maybe 4 or 5 different races?
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 9:11, Reply)

She's 27% paris-dakar and 13% London marathon.
She's not sure about the others, her gran was a bit of a drinker.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 9:44, Reply)