I thought you may want to hear about my date, well I'm going to tell you anyway, so there! I met Nick at Bermondsey tube which I have to admit is located in a really rank area full of council estates and tramps. Nick was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a jacket with a small peep of chest hair emerging from his shirt which I, and probably other women find very sexy indeed. He paid for both of our walks and we set off with the guide and twenty or so others towards the river. It was an interesting meander through some very historic areas and knowing that a riverside pub was possibly haunted by Judge Jeffries was fairly amusing.
The highlight of the walk was the Brunels' tunnel itself (named after Marc and Isambard) as we climbed down the temporary staircase Nick was keen to lend a hand, not in a pervy way you'll understand, but in a gentlemanly fashion. We spent fifteen minutes or so down in the shaft which is situated directly above the London Overground, so we could feel the rumble of trains underneath our feet. It was a little cold though and I'd wished I'd worn something a little warmer but Nick was a total star and gave me his jacket for additional warmth.
Afterwards we boarded the London Overground at Rotherhithe Station and travelled to Lewingham where we shared a curry. Nick laughed when I said I was addicted to poppadoms but after I consumed five of them he merely smiled and suggested I may have a medical condition called 'poppodomania'. We caught our respective trains home at 10:30 and Nick asked me to call him when I got home to check I was safe.
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