Mitube: Mitubular

My head was so full of ideas this morning that for the first half of my train ride I forgot I was supposed to be writing this. I was standing next to a woman who looked so sad, like a black hole of energy with no more optimism to give. Like the threat of a dementor ciphering the joy out of anyone in a 10 centre metre radius. Because I've woken up in a moderate mood I can't risk anything that tips me over the edge of darkness so I stand up straight and smile to over compensate for her slouchy sombre presence. That must have looked a bit strange but its what we need to do to stay optimistic & breezy. Even stranger was that I had nowhere to hold onto for support and was bending my knees to balance the wave of the Northern line.  Next to her is one of the most beautiful girls I've seen in a while, her skin is perfect, her figure enviable and her outfit very swish. I can't help but be fascinated by beautiful people. I wonder about their lives more than someone like grumpyshoes next to her. Its strange how life has a way of rewarding people who have an aesthetic harmony to them. I'm not trying to sound like an early morning hippy tube surfer plugging my motivational barrels but I think combined with a good attitude and tireless enthusiasm life rewards you in authentic ways. I know every day that I decide with every cell in my body that I'm going to have a good day, even if it requires a healthy side of denial, I do. I think if more people realised that a simple attitude adjustment and over compensation for the negative energy in this world could transform your day they would. So I'll smile till my very last stop and who knows what will come of it. I guess tomorrow's post may tell.

MiTube: Mitubilee

It's stylist Wednesday on the tube but my elbows are wedged pretty tightly against my body so reading the magazine proves difficult. The pages are splashed with red, white and blue images and stories. I break tube commandments and read over the shoulder of the woman in front of me. The up coming jubilee is being promoted with an array of products that celebrate the queens 60th bash. What a babe, I love queeny, as much as I love Angela Lainsbury and any other woman who can command an audience without getting their boobs out. The type of woman who woft of lavender and knowledge. and So my favorite jubilee special-edition product is the marmite bottle spelled ma'amite. LOVE that. Hot guy enter tube. Love that too.. So queeny is a monarch, ma'am and adjective all in one, can't think of another woman who has the same prowess, Jessica Fletcher maybe. What are you the queen of? If we're passing out self titles I'd like the queen of macaroon please. That would be Queeny. That would be Fletch.

MiTube: MineTube

Its sweltering and crowded on the tube, I'm wedged between an armpit and the glass divider. Summer has caught us by surprise after a cold spell that seemed to go on for months. I feel really sorry for the finance City AM reading types who are all cuffed with long sleeve shirts and tight collars. Considering the current climate, it seems that the economy is like a shadow that refuses to cool us down. Less students have jobs than any predecessors, greece is about to be voted off the euro island and fadebook shares are pretty dismal. So while some of us may be wearing summer brights, feathered earings and itsy bitsy's, no one can escape the mood that quaffs the air down here. People seem angry at the air too, they're frowning at the distance and some are closing their eyes to imagine themselves far away from this high pressure cooker. 

I notice a big fat engagement ring belonging to a hand very close to my face, although the diamond would probably still be noticeable from the opposite platform. She too looks miserable. Diamonds, like the shares that are valued by this economy, are largely only perceived in value. If this diamond ring is any indication that this woman could be above the financial woes of recession she doesn't appear to better off in mood than anyone on this train. Her skinny little finger seems to be battling with the weight of it.  So while we all suffer in silence and I can feel a sweat bead run down the inside of my arm, I wonder if being in such heat, feeling so much pressure so far underground.. are we anything like diamonds that go through molten pressure to emerge a prized gem. Will we break the earth and shine, better off for enduring this underground punishment? Will we sparkle? Will we fascinate? I don’t think there is anything sustainable about the negative energy that comes out of this mine and gross this is going to rhyme, but thankfully today there's at least sunshine.

MiTube: Going out on a limb

Flirty above the knee dress + windy escalator tunnel = marilyn 2.0.

Thankfully I opted for decent undergarments! Tres embarassing.

I can see a lot of legs today.. A great symptom of summer. We're all trying to hang cling to a pole like an awkward first attempt at stripping as the train makes awkward breaking movements. I think we feel the same way about what we're wearing- a little awkward and too accustomed to winter coverage. Its been months since we revealed any leg and mine are still tingling from my emergency shave this morning. There are many things you shouldn't rush and shaving is definitely one of them. But we have to make the most of whatever sunshine we can get in this town. When I was sun worshipping on the terrace of my office yesterday some of my friends exclaimed that there is so much pressure to be out of doors when the sun comes out. I feel the same pressure for my legs to come out because the opportunity is so rare. And judging by the air of self consciousness in this tube, so are half the women. Of course no man is showing his legs. They're just standing inbetween the forest of bare legs with their covered uniform and it makes me wonder if I'm luckier or under more social pressure to preen, shave, show and be sexy. Or as women perhaps we can just get away with more in this heat. As 5 petite hands cling to this pole in the middle of our carriage, I think this strip show is that of choice. I don't know if Marilyn did much for the feminist movement, I don't know if the feminist movement did much for the feminist movement... But what I do know is that this morning my limbs had options and that's more than I can say for any businessman on this bare leg of the journey.