Real Stories From The Underground
I do bad things on the tube.
I take pictures of people when they aren't looking and sometimes write about them - bullet notes in the back of my notebook like this:
Sitting next to a boy desperately coating himself in Allure Pour Homme as if his life depended on it. Mad US tourists with bottoms like wobbly half-filled water bags cramming in and shouting "one stop" to their party. Walk you fools!
Exasperated camp man in a bright green polo shirt has flumped next to me in a huff. I can see his tummy. His shirt doesn't fit which mirrors his manner in a funny but awkward way. He is reading the list of ingredients on a jar of marmalade.
Today is an odd day on the tube.
Anyway this is all by way of saying that my dedicated Tube Tales site now has a new home HERE.