Went out for a brief pint with one of my new neighbours. Very nice chap and his girlfriend who is a Doctor in London.
We chatted and it turns out she gets the train / tube in to work everyday and has done so for about a year. She sees the same people on the train every day. She has never spoken to or smiled in recognition of any of the people she shares a train with.
British commuter etqiuette is going strong. It's not just me you know... I'm not being paranoid. You're just not allowed to speak on the train.
2 comments:
Then you should break the mould my love! Start a friendly revolution :)
Oh but I used to talk to p3eople on the train. Buyt then it wasn't commuter time. I met a lovely (harmless) old widowed ex vicar, a lovely Christian lady and a bunch of guys going homae after a stag weekend. For that experience we had to all be friends because we were stuck for 6 sodding hours, instead of the usual 2, because lightening screwed the signals up. I learnt many rude jokes, got free beer, felt smug that our carriage was the only one with working air-con and played a hilarious card game helped by beer I suspect) :0)
This is a genius blog.
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