Just so enormous
London Bridge station has standard platform messages that warn you to behave under the omniscient gaze of CCTV. A man’s voice extolls this on my platform, but simultaneously I hear the same message in female tones from the other side of the station. Is it deliberate this bi-gender stereo? Does it sate our metrosexual equality drive? Is it an unsubtle mind-game on the part of the fat controllers? The train isn't so much sardines, as jam. I'm seated, or rather I'm squished between two builders. They sit with legs akimbo. Seemingly their balls are just so enormous that they simply can’t tuck their knees together. Nicky once told me of counselling sessions she'd had to help her deal with panic attacks. Her therapist had her play the 'bad, but' game. Here she was encouraged on sensing the onset of an attack to tell herself that it was bad, but (insert scenario of how it could be worse.) How this is supposed to help I have no idea. Imagine your panic attacks are cause