Strangers On A Train….01:48
Tubes are an eerily silent & awkward experience. We’re all stuffed into a metallic tube, standing uncomfortably pressed like a wild, sweaty flower between a petite lady & the human version of a monster truck as we clutch at gravity with every corner & try not to touch breasts or kiss inadvertently. Even when we’re seated we are conscious of an overt, tactile, relationship with each other’s knees. All the while we either make sure we are reading, listening to music or giving our shopping undue attention. Anything to deliberately isolate ourselves. It’s either that or we look up at the adverts about erectile dysfunction hoping that our curious little eyes won’t stray downwards.
|The 'no trousers' flash mob strike again (c) Idil Sukan|
It was with this statement that the exodus of British reserve began. There were visible & audible responses from the other passengers. I could see body postures opening up; I could hear people allowing themselves to breathe so that they too could indulge in this thing called ‘conversation’. Buttocks were unclenching. After the woman told him cheerily what all of us were already thinking – ‘it’s not something we do in Britain. We get looked at funny’ - the American stated that he loved talking to new people & didn’t like these stuffy silences. He was no different at home, at which point I distinctly heard someone gasp.
|Delays are always on hand to get you in that chatty mood.|
|This almost never happens|
|Try not to be this guy...anywhere!|
Steve is a trained journalist who loves to talk to strangers on the London underground, the train & also the No. 30 Bus.