Today's trip from Oxford Circus on the Victoria line was a truly life changing experience. And no, my carriage wasn't filled to the brim with handsome guys in suits, instead it was fragrant with body odour....
As the doors of the train opened in front of me, I had to concentrate very hard not to vomit - so I guess even if there were hot guys, I wouldn't be able to tell.
As I write this now in the early hours of the morning, I can't help but wonder what the fuck is TFL doing with all the profits it is apparently reinvesting into improving its services.
Probably building another cable car somewhere in Essex and funding the garden bridge or buying Pimms for everyone in the Office. All I can say is: some passengers had to take the body-heat regulation into their own hands, to the detriment of everyone else it seems.
It also seems a bit of a joke that the only lines that actually have AC are always under construction or just painfully slow. I really can't remember the last time that District train to Richmond didn't stop randomly in the middle of some field?
It's high-time for someone to create a Parliament petition to get all trains and buses fitted with AC. So we can finally spend our time on the Tube productively - creeping out that hot guy sitting across.
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