Spotted...

I saw you blowing past me this morning, but being a tubenger meant you didn't see me. I tried to yell, but I'm always afraid of mis-recognition.
Good to see you anyways, I was thinking of you about a minute before you went past.

You should've shouted, what's the worse that can happen on Brixton High Street during rush hour?

I keep meaning to pop into the shop, but I'm never around at the right time. Souths on Monday maybe?