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There's nothing like a good Tube strike to bring Londeners together. I mean, this morning, I was crammed into someone's spine and someone else's sweaty armpit when the nice gentleman on the platform behind me decided that what was really needed was a chance to get to know my fellow citizens better. This he achieved by ratcheting himself into the carriage muttering obviously false platitudes such as "loads of room in here", "this won't be a problem" and "don't try and push me off" (the last as he realised that the human body isn't hugely compressible and that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction)

Things were not helped by the fact that we're in the middle of a "cold snap", where the average temperature hovers around "pretty damn chilly" This means that any heater available is switched on, and everybody starts wearing more layers. Which would be alright if there were room to take off a few layers in a Tube carriage so packed that the EU wouldn't like sheep being transported that way.

Oh well. Mustn't grumble. At least it's not raining.