The Met Line Journal

The life and times of a small man called Min, his daily journey's from Rayners Lane to Farringdon.

This blog is an insight into the wonderful world of the Met Line, packed into chunky bites of random thoughts, the weird and the wonderful sites I see on my journey to and from work, and the odd comedy gag...

Read it and weep (with laughter)...

Tuesday 15 November 2011

15th November 2011

6.58am, and it's time to wake up. 'will I need an umbrella' I ask Sirish (my Indian version of iPhones new assistant). As usual, I can't just leave it at that and also have to ask it how heavy a whale is followed by how many rupees is 25000 in pounds.
Damn, it's now 7.03 and I'm running late. Missed the radio 5 live news, and now need to get a move on before Rajvi asks for the electric toothbrush at 7.08. Note to self, Kawks, you are a director now, buy a new toothbrush.

Downstairs, Preeti is packing some eggs in an empty yogurt pot, as you do. This means only one thing..Rajvi's cooking lesson.

Ok, still running late, 20 past 8 and 3.5 mins to catch the algate train. As usual the biggest decision of the day, turn left to go at the front of the train, or walk the 112 steps to the 2nd but last carriage. Decide on the latter, and get a seat. Mr Ponytail is sitting in his usual place, though today he's not sniffing his newspaper. Slightly worried about that, but he's still talking to himself which slightly makes me feel better.

Usual happy people on the tube today. On my right, the dude is deciding what gun to use for the shooting game he's playing on his phone. I'd have gone for the M16, but decide its best not to interrupt him. Across from me, we have two more iPhone dudes. Stripey man with the satchel and NHS style glasses is playing angry birds and lady with the silver broach and Prada glasses is checking up on FB. She is still wearing her poppy. When do you actually take that off. Which reminds me, maybe it's time to remove the plastic red nose from the Lexus now...
Across the other side is a dead ringer for phil from eastenders. Think about doing my Phil impersonation to him, but don't fancy getting beaten up so early in the morning. Anyway don't think it's really him as he's reading the FT.
Angry birds man has fallen asleep, just as well as that last egg was never going to be broken with the trajectory he was using.
Phil has tucked the newspaper behind his back. No Phil, no one saw you do that...
Baker street and some more happy people get on. An Indian lady with a self fulfilment book get on. Not sure if the met line is gonna really help with that...
Just scanning the adverts on the tube, and there's one for holidaying in Egypt. Quite ironic how the strapline says 'where it all begins'! Wonder if tottenham should think about using that one.
Ok poppy lady has gone and no one is rushing to the spare seat. Is everyone on holiday as the train is only half full. That or everyone's got off at Euston for a day trip to the bullring in Brum.
9.04 and we've made it to Kings Cross. 3.5 mins of sleep to go, though potentially 4 depending on whether we have right of way over the circle line train. See they still have the 'come to Diwali in the Square October 16th' poster up, might as well leave it there now as its soon to come round again...

Ok peeps, that's it, we are at Farringdon so have a great day and see you all again soon. Love to Fatima.

Kawks.

1 comment:

  1. Very interesting and in depth blog Kawks. I'm surprised you don't get that 'im looking at her, now she thinks I'm staring, look away quick, great now I look like a perv' moments. And no I wouldn't have taken an umbrella btw.

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