MiTube
The London Underground is the filthiest and most beautiful kaleidoscope of people and ideas. For thousands of people it marks the beginning and end of their day. This glorious grit will now be revealed as I share the humour, inspiration and repulsion I receive every day en-route to or from work. Written on the tube, forgive any spelling errors, grammatical flaws or crass and moody outbursts.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
MiTube: Talcing to strangers
I was overwhelmed with the smell of morning breath and talc powder this morning as i read my copy of Love Eat Pray or Eat Pray Love on my way to work. Leading to the thought that if you havent made friends with your bristles in a while for greatness sakes dont exhale with enough force to inflate a blimp. Further to that, who still wears talc powder? The oriental guy reading over my shoulder? Im all for communal reading, could be trendy or an extension of speed dating to see if you share the same literary penchant... but smiling whilst in a 30 cm radius of someone's face will only result in the eek factor. Although, if its probably the reason I've put off reading eat pray love on the tube. I feel judged. Judged by Julia Robert's slap me smile as she rides her bicycle down the Balinese path of self discovery. Its ridiculous that I canonise literary taste on the tube, where Im surrounded by the most varied assortment of people and smelly fiends, but I do. I really couldnt fight my way through the pages of Virginia wolf this morning so I armed myself with my cheesy bestseller and was probably a more cheerful person for it. We'll talc soon. x
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