The Northern Line was dire this morning. I was running late to start, couldn’t push my way onto three trains and when I finally did, I was stuffed between two men. If you’re going to be that close to someone, you really ought to use a condom.
At Oval I managed to squeeze over by the door against the flexi glass. A woman got on and she proceeded to take off her jacket. Normally this action would be fairly innocuous but when you are jammed in like we were, it is a grave offence indeed.
I felt a, “You have got to be kidding me look†on my face. I noticed another woman watching the Jacket Remover and we locked eyes and we shared a silent, “What a dumb cow†moment.
I felt very English.
