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Looney Tunes

Coming home on the tube last night, my carriage was full of the normal cross-section of fellow commuters. "Cross" often being the appropriate word for tube travellers. There were two seats free except one guy had piled his jacket and bags onto the seat next to him in that neighbourly way people do sometimes. So I took the completely vacant seat.

The woman on my right was deeply involved in her magazine but also had a tape or cd playing with someone talking. It sounded like a low, monotone voice that I imagine is used on those tapes you get so that you can learn whilst asleep. Perhaps she was learning a new language. The multi-tasking abilities of women are, obviously, fantastic.

The bloke on my left was drinking beer from a can and getting fresh cans from his pockets as needed. He decided to talk at the sad woman opposite me telling her that she obviously had man trouble or family problems. I don't think she was too upset by this but she didn't reply.

The drunk left. The woman further to my left snored. The guy with the bags looked angry.

There was a sweet on the floor and it looked lost, lonely and exposed. I wondered if it was from a packet of Tunes. I did the obvious thing which was to get my camera out and take a photo of it. Sad woman obviously thought I was a looney. Snoring woman woke up and rang her partner and then rang another lover it seemed. I am sure that multi-tasking woman tutted and angry man looked at me like I was an anti-social weirdo. Or am I just paranoid? Angry man's phone rang with a really shite ring-tone and then he barked into it.

And then I forgot about the poor sweet and went home. It's nice to have an inalienable right to be barking mad and to meet up with some of my fellow loonies on the tube. Only they just don't seem to see it that way.

Posted by grahame at November 25, 2004 06:56 AM | TrackBack