Tube tales

The Victoria line, midnight. A train pulls out of Oxford Circus, heading north.

Eye contact.

"Aaron?"

"Sean. Shane! I had a moment remembering your name..."

"Dave."

"Sorry, I had you confused with somebody else there. How are you?"

Identity established, conversation ensues.

A stranger smiles, happy with his new story.

Thought for the day

How much faster would the flow of pedestrian traffic be along central London's thoroughfares if they were cleared of all the people handing out free crap like papers, flyers and phone cards? With all that free space, maybe people would be able to walk around all the slow tourists.

I'm just saying...