I must stop talking to people on public transport...

I have an invisible sign on my forehead. It says "I am friendly and naive. Nutbars please feel free to approach me."

I got on a bus on Tuesday night and bumped into someone. I apologised (what was I thinking? This is London Transport! You don't apologise to anyone on London Transport!) Maybe the bloke was taken aback at being apologised to, but he was clearly not amused and replied "So you should be, you rude child." The day before I was bemoaning the Circle Line to a harmless-looking woman who reciprocated by talking about her grandchildren. She asked me what I was studying, and what I wanted to do with it. I said I was considering going into the ministry...
"Worst thing that ever happened to the Anglican Church," she replied, with feeling. "I would never, ever take communion off a woman. Woman deacons were wonderful, but they should know their place."

Arse.

Then there was the guy who tried to buy my crucifix off me in order to "save" me. Was I "a sinner or a winner"?

I must stop talking to people on public transport...

On the up side of my life I have memorized my route from work through the underpass to the bus stop without any detours, venues for "Graffiti" are looking more hopeful, and I have finally mastered "Diamonds and Rust" on the guitar.