It was somehow a reversal of my journey to work. At Town Hall Station they piled on, in basketball singlets and biceps, in too-loud hair, too-loud clothes and too-loud conversation. Spiky, bleached and the center of the world.

And I stood, turned to them, and said. "I'd like to thank you all. It's as if the eighties never ended."

This is what makes train travel worthwhile. :)