A look at life from beautiful Ruislip on the fringe of London by a bloke
who used to travel to work each day by train.
But not any more. [That's lovely: Ed]
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
You know that feeling when you arrive on a crowded platform, stand back and let everyone board the first train to arrive, wait for the next and then just as it pulls in, get flattened by a mob of latecomers who get what few seats are available? You do? I didn’t see you on the Bakerloo at Baker Street this morning.