Monday, Upsideclown, urban angst. [I've been meaning to talk about cities and their cultural significance; one for later I think.]
At the next stop-change, I manage to work my way past shoulders to the doors. At least this way, I can step out at the next station and see where I am. The train slows and I shut my eyes in relief. When I open them and the train has stopped, I see my face is pressed inches from a giant woman's bikini-clad crotch.
James has a bad day: The Underground is fresh today at Upsideclown.