“Shut up, she’s taken.” On the train to London Bridge

A teenage girl is on a train through Peckham, nursing a bottle of lucozade. Her feet are up on the seats, protecting her little travelling realm with traditional gusto. and she’s on hands free. I become aware that she’s on the phone to her friend James. She’s mainly on about her diet, as both herContinue reading ““Shut up, she’s taken.” On the train to London Bridge”

On the morning Thameslink to St Pancras

Excuse me, can you keep your child under control? He’s pulling at my hair A woman attempting to do her eye make-up while peering into a Moomin branded mirror admonishes the mother behind her. Said harshly at first, but request ended with an apologetic laugh, because there’s only so rude you can be on aContinue reading “On the morning Thameslink to St Pancras”

“But I shouldn’t call them that. They’re Bengalis.” The 133 bus to Streatham, midnight on Sunday

She was sat on the top deck of the bus. The tinny dance music poured out of her phone. It wasn’t quite loud enough to be antisocial by local standards, but the inhabitants of the top deck had been in England long enough to be socialised into ignoring her anyway. Dressed in a tracksuit andContinue reading ““But I shouldn’t call them that. They’re Bengalis.” The 133 bus to Streatham, midnight on Sunday”

“I tend towards thinking that the moon landings were a bit of a hoax.” – at Dulles International Airport

Two men are sat up at the counter of a bar in Washington Dulles airport’s departure lounge. Though strangers, they greet each other and talk with the practiced ease of international business travelers. They get straight down to the important topic: how to save America. Earlier today, Space shuttle Discovery made a farewell fly-by ofContinue reading ““I tend towards thinking that the moon landings were a bit of a hoax.” – at Dulles International Airport”