The Top Floor Flat

You see all sorts of strange sites on the Tube but generally things are pretty boring, especially during the commute.  You get business men and woman, all half-awake, struggling to not look at or touch anyone else in the over-crowded train.  I generally amuse myself by trying to see what everyone else is reading and this leads to some not-so-subtle glances over shoulders or under bags to see the title, author and whether or not I should add it to my list of things to read judging by their expression and engagement (for example, if they miss their stop because they’re reading, I generally add it to the list).

I think what people read on the Tube says a lot about them.  It’s as much of a statement as your bag or shoes or the amount of makeup you’re wearing.

So I’m not sure what to think of the heavily made-up woman on the train across from me this morning who was dressed to the nines, off to her city bank job presumably, reading “The Spanish Lover” by Joanna Trollope.  Somehow I don’t think I’ll be adding that one to my list.