They really do walk among us! Today I attended a meeting in town with the gaffer, this entailed a short hop on the metro. It never fails to astound me how many people that they let use the metro despite being ill-equipped. I would say that there should be a test to determine if you are capable of using public transport, but to be honest it would ruin my journeys. Today the Piccadilly line had a man who was intent on balancing a 5 inch glass ball on his finger tip or the back of his hand. Neither of these are mean feats before you add a moving train full of people.
The guy achieved his ambition and I actually felt a little (only a little) sorry for him. He was desperately looking for praise or acknowledgement but none came, like a child bothering busy parents he continued to perform but to no avail. I doubt he reads my blog but if he does then I can share this information with him. Alternatively if you know a man who likes playing with his balls on the metro…. no scrub that lets hope he reads this. The Piccadilly line is in London. That’s it, I shouldn’t really need to say anything more should I? London is not New York or Madrid, we don’t look for entertainment on the metro it is just transport. In London buskers get in the way and are annoying, graffiti has to be cleaned and is frankly rubbish. We don’t marvel at people’s skills when they try to entertain us we just give a British snigger and look away, even that only happens if we are travelling with someone.
They should write on the little metro maps some notes for visitors and number one would be “Do not make eye contact”. It is far more dangerous to make eye contact on the metro than it is to feed animals at the zoo or jaywalk. What happens if you make eye contact? There’s the rub, nobody knows! Seriously in 150 years of operation it has never happened, or perhaps nobody has lived to tell the tale. In fact if the upcoming zombie apocalypse was to rely on eye contact, rather than the more traditional biting, nobody on the metro would get infected. Don’t misunderstand me we love the eclectic atmosphere on other metros its part of a travelling experience but we also love sangria and we wouldn’t drink that in London.
To cap a post on London I have to say that following a week in the smoke coming home is all the sweeter. As I walked down my high street, before I could even see the sea, I smelt sea air and it was fantastic. I swear that smell alone cleanses the soul and revitalises you and I am so lucky to call it home.