Going Underground

Wow, long time no Blog. I do apologise for the lack of posts lately. I’ve been mildly busy – a project at work with a deadline looming and a family wedding to attend. There were times I really wanted to blog – a few things I wanted to note but now, over a week later I’ve forgotten most of them. Over the next few days I will try and catch up…

As much as I enjoyed London there is one thing that Londoners just can’t do. It’s shameful really, England is renowned all over the world for its ability to form a good queue. Londoners should be ambassadors for this art – showing off our national skill to all the tourists. Disappointingly though they just can’t do it.

Example, polite transport boarding etiquette is to wait to allow the passengers alighting to get off, then you board in order of arrival at the dedicated waiting point.

Londerners don’t do this though… they wait for that stale blast of air signalling the arrival of the tube train at this point they start sneaking forward on the platform… the train arrives everyone tenses up and as soon the doors swish open they POUNCE… running and pushing for their lives. It’s like some demented race, “I must be first on the train as the tube god will reward me we a seat away from the loony.” Ah yes, the loony. There is always one on the tube. One that ignores the rule that you must never make eye contact and instead just stares at you.

Still Londoners only push, they’re not totally rude. Unlike one lovely fellow I came across last week….