Warning: This post contains things children shouldn’t read.
Public transport is mostly boring, but occasionally it gets disturbing. A word of advice: don’t accidentally brush against someone then say, “Our hands touched, that means we’re married now.” I wish I could assure you it wasn’t me who’d said it but the truth is I just can’t.
A long journey with strangers usually implies staring at a book or not breathing in near the person who smells of sick. This is fine, but now the words that cross my mind whenever someone gets too close are “please don’t wank on me.”
It happened on a dark night when I was on my way home from an intern position at a London magazine. That’s fancy talk for making tea and photo-copying whilst trying not to look frightened at each new assignment. I got on the train as usual and found it…
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