It really is everybody's tube.
I was returning home from somewhere central. It seemed like all the nations in the world had gathered in this tube today. All colorful people: one was sleepy; one sad; the other one thoughtful and another one very talkative. Near the office clerk sat the junkie with his big stereo phones; Chinese; businessman; lovers; bootylicious girls; a rastaman etc. They were all in my tube today.
London tube it's like the city. Sometimes you love it sometimes you hate it. I love it on days like this. Hate it when is crowded; when is held or delayed to regulate the service or when you wake up in Elephant and Castle and wonder how did you end up there! Oh but that's maybe because you were
too drunk to remember where to get off!
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