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.
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.