It's the cast-iron law of commuting in London: No one speaks. What happens if you break that rule? We took to the tube, trains, and buses to find out what Londoners are really thinking on their way to work.
When one tea bag is never enough.
So many chickpeas. So little privacy.
It’s all dinner parties, nice bedding and better books. Until the hangovers and neck hairs start to kick in.
You ain't crazy, lady. You're just an animal.
Work it, make it, do it, makes us, harder, better, faster, stronger.
Otley runs were lethal.
Coral lipstick, curtains, culottes and some big ol' collars: sometimes period films look a lot more like when they were made than set.
Why let a silly little thing like the United States Constitution get in the way of destiny? All photos via this insane Facebook group.
After all, 2.4 billion people can't all be lonely.
Ross, Rachel and co as you've never seen them before. And never want to again.