Every day I travel under London from the North West to the South. I have my ipod on for background music and a copy of Douglas Copeland’s ‘Microserfs’. Some mornings I nearly doze off from being half asleep. If you haven’t travelled using the London underground its best described as a coal mine in a large volcano and the general public is the molten laver. Move B*tch, get out of hell of my way! (All manners go out of the window) I’ve even seen PHD Doctors with Brompton folder able commuter bikes with their Bose lifestyle earphones pushing themselves through crowds.
Now compare London’s underground to the metro Paris Underground and we are certainly not as proud as the French, with their international status of most clean metro system of the world. What so thats a few other major western places. Its that bad that if you put your feet up on the chairs you get a hefty on the spot fine. This happens often I’ve read.
Anyway with that rant over I just want to say fresh air is very important and the underground is the most unnatural way of traveling and is best left in a cheap B rated sci-fi movie living on mars but what can I do I live in London.











