Should have brought an iPod, or a book. Or waited until the trains quieten down a bit. Didn’t. Probably won’t next time either. Stinkin’ crowds.
I didn’t realise at the time that the lady with the massive sunglasses was reading the newspaper over the shoulder of the man in front. Most of this drawing is one continual line. The hatching on the left is the main exception.
Sandwiched safely between Mum, Dad and older brother. Nice and safe, yet all tremendously exciting and new. Something must have been on in town. It was late, even for me and yet there were tonnes of kids on the train home.
Emo-looking young lady reading about Alcatraz on the Northeren Line. I didn’t think anyone would be interested in something so old these days but then, I suppose that’s history for you.