Tube Diary: woke up with a hangover. After one drink. Face like a bloated fish. Now on the Central. Standing by the connecting doors. On my left, a girl wearing a black paisley scarf taking a selfie. On my right, a young guy reading a paperback by Brian Somebody (cant read the surname). Marble Arch. Due to a passenger alarm at Oxford Circus this train will be held here until further notice. The girl next to me sighs and takes another (sad faced) selfie. Train moves. Bond Street. A line of glum zombie-like men shuffle on. Oxford Circus. More bodies. Small and tall, ramming me up against the door, a Wynnester backpack pressing into me. Holborn. More bodies. Help. Im 51. I wasnt meant to be here. Not after 30 years of commuting. Imagine myself as Freddy Mercury, hoovering up the carriage in drag, singing I want to break free (of the Circle Line). I want to break free (of all you miserable people). God knows, God knows I want to break free! My stop.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 09:34:13 +0000
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