18:18 Ticket to ride on the all stations to Uxbridge.
Ok, what fine specimens do we have tonight.
Indian dude with dotty face, posh satchel and blackberry. Must be a 'Dactor' as my mum would say...
Polish man a couple of seats down, laughing and texting. Must have got a new building contract...
Man opposite me has a tattoo of the symbol 'Om', so not gonna say anything bad about him! His ears could belong to Ganesh himself though...
Lady next to me reading 'the economist'. La de da...
Bloke just got on board with a massive white box with the words 'Brook Taverns'.maybe it's a self build...
As expected, Dactor and economist have left the tube at Baker St to go somewhere posher...
Now we have 2 replacements talking about HMRC policy. Apparently it begs all sorts of questions. Tuned out to be honest. Replacement number one has some lovely yellow teeth, each one seems to be going in different directions, maybe just like the HMRC policies perhaps...
Om is fast asleep.
Today's advert is the 'new Vodafone freebie rewardz'. Yep u heard right, rewardz! Man the way people try and be cool with the kids is butters if you ask me!...
Muslim lady with the kind face has replace brook taverns. Thinking to my self, the black cover thing must have its advantages on a windy night like today.
Man standing up has a 'nortons utilities CD in his pocket. It says it's made in CZ. There you've learnt something. Was thinking of saying he should have gone for AVG Free, but can't turn round enough to see if it's Phil Mitchell impersonator again.
Wembley park. Yep, the train half empties. Watch out Sakonies, they are on their way...
Om got out there as well, so taken his warm seat...
Lady with a gap shirt and virgin bag sits opposite me. And with a Superdry jacket. I think that even Rajvi would have been impressed with that combo...I can hear Lily Allen though her white iPhone headphones. Shame. 2 points deducted...
Entering Harrow on the hill now. How exciting it came in on the Watford platform, even though it's an uxbridge. The excitement..I can hardly type...
No one ever gets off at West Harrow, I reckon they should just covert it to a Pizzahut or something
18:55 and Rayners here we are. Time to sweet talk Preeti into collecting me.
Laters Taters.
A man named Kawks.
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