March 2011

So I’m on a train on my lunch break to go and view a flat in Vauxhall and I get on a carriage and plonk myself opposite a young girl with a genuine lantern jaw. This thing was huge. If she was a guy, she’d definitely grow a beard to disguise the jaw. And, you know, I’m fascinated by long jaws, and I took a second look before this composing this blog and that’s okay because she’s probably used to getting second looks. And it’s a fantastic sight to behold. I don’t need to hear her speak to know how her mouth, with a jaw structured in such a way, will move or what kind of voice she’ll have.

Sure enough, she’s just put a stick of gum in her mouth and there’s the jaw moving, hesitantly, like a couple on a dance floor where one, usually the guy, doesn’t know what to do.

It’s my stop next. I wish I could stay on this chin safari until she gets off – I’d follow this chin all the way to Morden – but alas, I have a flat to view. A future to try and build.

My train pulls into Vauxhall. I take one last look. But it’s okay. She knows I’m going to look.

As I glance one last time, she cranks up her chewing. It’s like she’s giving me what I want. She’s killing the gum with some highly aggressive chewing. Magnificent.