I wrote this piece on Facebook. I think it’s necessary repost here, to give a background to how tales of the underground started…

“Previously, my journey to work used to be pretty bland. I learnt to ignore other passengers like I came to understand is the practice. You know, everyone buries their head in a book, newspaper and now mobile devices. One day, that changed. I got a seat on the jubilee line and promptly buried my head in my metro, particularly when I got to the sudoku section. I notice there was a guy sitting beside me and I had the feeling he was looking at me. I didn’t pay attention but at canary wharf, he started getting off and put his hand on my knee, pressing it while he stood up! I looked up in shock/horror at who would have the audacity to do this, only to find that it was my dearest husband! No lie! I had left home a few minutes before him and he had caught up with me waiting to see if I would notice…. After that I started paying attention to fellow commuters and realised there is a lot of drama, comedy on the commute. I think that was the start of #talesoftheunderground”