Chapter 8
A few weeks have passed and I’ve started to get into the swing of things, especially when it comes to the time it takes me to get to the office. This means that when I leave the house before seven in the morning, it only takes me an hour, because I avoid the avalanche of people who all start running for the Underground at 7.01am as if they’d heard the starting pistol being fired. After that point, however, it takes me drastically longer, because I have to wait for three or four trains before I can pick out a carriage with at least one cubic centimetre of habitable space and some leftover oxygen still available.
The other day I saw a guy who, in order to get into an absolutely packed carriage, asked a gentleman who was staying on the platform to push him in. Sort of like when yo
