I stumbled out of bed
I got ready for the struggle
(I can’t forget…Leonard Cohen)
Ok, so it’s 7.42 on a grey Monday morning at North Acton Underground station. There are lots of people waiting and it’s unlikely that I will get a seat. I position myself so as to optimise the chances of getting a seat but I’m not optimistic. I’m not surprised when the train rattles into the station and after shuffling on board with all the other commuters, I accept that I’m going to be standing at least as far as Oxford Circus.
However, there’s somebody else who hasn’t got a seat and isn’t so accepting of the gods’ decision in this regard. She scans around at everyone in the carriage who has a seat, sharpening her beady gaze as we approach each station, ready , like a cheetah, to pounce. She’s young, not pregnant or disabled and seems in good health so I take an instant dislike to her. Don’t ask me why, I just do.
With each stop her scanning becomes ever more desperate , but at Notting Hill she misses a trick and the seat to my left becomes available. I glide like a dolphin into it and sigh with pleasure,opening up my newspaper. She turns and glares at me in a ‘How dare you, I’ll get you you*********’
I smile beatifically and get stuck ino the crossword. As she’s getting off at Tottenham Court Road, she ‘accidentally’ kicks me.
I smile again for in the first battle of the day I have emerged victorious. It’s gonna be a good week!
Mike