By
Tikun, December 14, 2011
Day after day I would to squash into my 30cm2 spot against the wet window on the delightful, yet stinky Bakerloo line on my way to work. Being only 5ft, my head was generally stuck under someone’s armpit and I was buried beneath a sea of other people whilst trying to hold my newspaper open just enough so I could torture myself by reading that days atrocities.
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