Created: 23 Jan 2005
On the tube home I was idly playing Solitaire on my PDA, when a bloke sprang out of his seat and made a beeline for the door. For a second I thought he’d just woken up and realised he’d missed his stop, something I can sympathise with. Soon, however, he was noisly vomiting in the doorway. The reactions of my fellow passengers were vintage Brit; sardonic smiles and raised eyebrows, but nobody said anything. He left the train at the next stop and then I experienced something rather novel; strangers talking to each other on the tube.