I was on the train, half reading the paper, half dreaming of a decent cup of coffee, when it happened.
“Hello lovey, who did your your hair today?”
“that would be me”
“well, there’s plenty of time, and we’re stuck here – so how’s about it?”
So I reached for my Soft Rock, and did a little on-board hair sculpting for Mr.Casanova.
He was a real sweetie, and reminded me so much of Jackie Holmes, superspy
Vetti: Live in Northcote 
See, if I was a lass on a tram and somebody asked me ‘how about it’, my mind would have been going different places and I wouldn’t have been reaching for my Soft Rock…
Paul: the guy on the train was clearly not interested in moi,as i’m so not the homme of his dreams. nice of him to admire my do-styling skills…