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[lolabobs]

Oh but perks of the tube journey...

The evening journey was horrendously packed, people crushed together, usual stuff. There was a man standing leaning against the glass near the door and at the last minute another chap jumps on. He has to hold on to the pole for balance, grabs hold and off we go. The flurry of activity and grabbing and balancing passes and second chap realises that he is standing practically nose to nose with the other chap, his grasp on the pole means that he is reaching out and past him, holding on near his head/neck. They are literally inches apart, facing each other and subject to the swaying of the train. The agony of eye contact, eye contact avoidance and trying to balance whilst not invading the other's space was delicious.


The other notable point in my day? Walking to the train station first thing in the morning and a lorry drives past me - straight through the puddle I'm walking past and causing a stereotypical drowning with ice cold water. I was soaked, dripping wet hair and soggy face - and fuming! I may have shouted a very rude word after him.

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[thechangingman.livejournal.com]

I miss the tube. Now there's a confession.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I only lived in London for 3 years and I still feel a sense of comfortable relaxation on the tube, even when it's foul, heaving and stinky.