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I was jogging last week up a steep tree lined street in North-West London and as usual these days, at least a quarter of the houses were construction sites. I ran past a group of lads enjoying a cup of tea in the morning sunshine and as I dodged their feet to get through on the narrow sidewalk, the inevitable comments and whistling followed.
"Keep it up! Keep it up!" One shouted as he held his hands up to his chest, indicating the comment was not just about running. As usual, I just ignored them and went on, tugging on my t-shirt to make sure it covered my bottom, in any case already hidden inside training pants. I mean, it's not warm this year and I do not run in skimpy clothes. And these guys were English, make no mistake, there were no misplaced guttural sounds in the "Keep" it was nice and clear. And I thought, how strange in London. In this town, people, men and women are masters at keeping to themselves in a public place. It reminded me of a postcard someone had dropped through our letter slot a few weeks earlier. It was an ad for a building firm and it showed a cartoon of a couple of guys standing on a scaffolding holding cans of paint. One was pointing excitedly towards a window opposite them. A woman, oblivious to the builders a few feet away was undressing alone. The logo underneath read "They love their job!"
Amazing no?
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