Sleep of the week: Todd

It's that time already - this weeks, Sleep of the Week!!!

This is Todd. Well, he certainly sleeps like a Todd

I'm especially impressed by the way he uses the hand rail as a cushion. Todd is smart.

It's difficult to guess what he does as a job, but presumably something where your appearance is not relevant; radio?

A lot of men in London are grabbing themselves a pair of orange, corduroy trousers. Where from? Shall we find it and burn it down, as a mercy killing?

I like the way in which Todd is pensively interlinking his fingers - it adds a little elegance to the mix.

At Piccadilly Circus, he sprang up (thanks to his internal tube alarm clock), and left the train. Thus, I believe that he has resided in London for several years or more. This is very professional indeed.

I don't think he has a girlfriend.

Do you want to be his girlfriend?

I doubt he'd be difficult to spot in a crowd if you want to seek him out.

It's also possible that he's a spy. If someone said to me, 'Quick, you have to be a spy,' and I only had the contents of my own wardrobe, I might come up with something similar. The flat cap shields the eyes. The jacket has all the pockets you need to conceal weapons, and the orange trousers mean you're not trying too hard to be invisible. Perfect.

Do you think he looks happy? It's hard to say. But I don't think you can dress like that and be happy.

And that's this week's, sleep of the week!

Do you want to be part of this feature? Fall asleep in the same carriage as me, and see where it gets you.

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