Everybody knows the rule, time on the tube is your own private time. You don’t look at anybody else, and you certainly don’t talk to them. Well, I’ve had a glimpse into a different world over the past couple of days. Thursday evening I’m on the platform at Liverpool Street, waiting for a tube. There’s… Continue reading Nobody talks on the Underground.
I’m sitting here watching a broadcast of the concert I missed earlier. Not only the Scissor Sisters, but introduced by Kylie. Kylie. I could have been there. There’s no point in going any further, my command of the English language isn’t sufficient to prevent it dropping into obscenities.
One of the parts of my job is that about one week in every five I am on-call. This isn’t usually too onerous and more often than not it just means taking it easy and ensuring I’m near a computer and somewhere with mobile phone reception. If there are events that make it awkward to… Continue reading Is it worth it?