Thursday, February 09, 2006

A case of identity

Living in a particularly multi-racial area in London, I have often idly wondered, when seeing groups of women so heavily veiled that only their eyes are showing, just how they manage to meet anybody for coffee or a shopping trip - how do they recognise each other?

From this excellent site I find a partial solution. 'He takes me to where my mother is waiting. I can only tell it's her because I recognise the glasses.'


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