All Those in Favour

Here is where we begin. Standing on a crowded high speed train from Didcot to Paddington. It is 0749 and Mozart's Requiem is on my iPod.

We are all about something this morning, mostly irritated in that slightly fuzzy commuter style. Not quite in your face, but on the edge of cracking wide open with anger. Or practising avoidance. Locked into one of our digital devices. Distraction and time passing.

God forbid we should ever make eye contact or actually speak to one another.

Three minutes early for a change and the maw of the tube waits ........ 0834 rush hour and body space management. Central line.