One
thing every commuter has in common is the expectation of seeing a few thousand
suited zombies in the morning. Let’s face it, between Ate O’clock and
9 O’clock in the morning, the walking dead take over London. Of corpse we
all know it’s not the apocalypse, it’s just a bad case of commuter amnesia. As
we all board the London underground, groaning, scrambling and staring into
space on our usual route to work.
Bored
to death we all fall soullessly into routine: checking
our phones, flicking through twitter feeds; amusing ourselves watching fellow
commuters dive for the train… and sharing that moment when
you make eye contact with the complete stranger you've found yourself contorted
against (not quite as romantic as match.com makes out).
#PureAdOfTheWeek
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