underground love..

Personally I quite like the underground.

I know a lot of people find it all a bit much, all the hustle and bustle, people pushing & shoving, the heat.. but somehow I've always liked it. There's something quite reassuring about being surrounded by people, moving with a purpose in a multitude of directions... something almost cocoon like, especially if you have your ipod (as I commonly do) playing away, almost like a movie soundtrack to your own life..

- although getting into the mindset that people cant see you because you cant hear them is not wise!

Ultimately the tube somehow manages to encapsulate everything that is quintessentially London, love it or loath it.

It also has the power to reaffirm both the good and bad aspects of human nature..

..take today, I had at least two men behave in a 'gentlemanly' manner, allowing me first on the tube... I also saw someone stop and pick up something a lady had dropped and hand it back to her... little things I know, but somehow on a grey - and somewhat painful - Monday morning it made me stop and think. It made me realise there are 'nice' people out there.

Its the little things that count.

This was further reaffirmed for me the other week when I dropped my wallet in a restaurant, not only did I get it back in tact, but the waiter that found it went out of his way to try and contact me to let me know he had it and it was safe...how often does this happen?

So there you go, somehow the tube manages to surprise - and sometimes dumbfound -  me on a daily basis, but more often than not it has the simple power to make me remember why I like London, random as that is.

...although the people who stop dead whilst walking ahead of you still annoy the hell out of me.. grr..