Travel The writer of The Guardian's A life inside has for some reason decided to write on of my old Commuter Tales columns. Oh the nostalgia:
"The time I spend on the train, going to and from work, has become my time for reflection and contemplation. Apart from the odd mobile-phone conversation and the sound of the wheels on the track, it is a very quiet journey. I'm well used to that now: the lack of acknowledgement. I've learned commuter etiquette: shuffle up, keep feet tucked in, avoid eye-contact. All in all, ideal conditions in which to simply sit and think and, along with nearly everyone else, mind my own business. "
Buses can be even worse than this. "I mean how far should I be squeezed up against the wall? If you push me any further I'll go though ..."

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