One of the pains of commuting into London is the dash past the people handing out flyers, samples and free magazines at the train stations (although I must admit it's not all bad). Today was a painful day though...
Past the ticket barriers, my mind is running on auto-pilot, set to Avoid Other Commuters and Get To Moorgate. All of a sudden, a number of incredibly bright suits (I guess there must have been people inside them too) shouted "GOOD MORNING!!" at me. Argh, you vision of hell, stop offending my senses! Begone foul being! It was only 08:15, people are not meant to be that awake, and frankly I don't want to be that awake either. I've no idea how Virigin Airlines (only God knows what a shouting man has to do with flying, but they did have women in hostess uniforms smiling as well) managed to get these people to be so awake at such an ungodly hour of the day.
NP: Simple Things, Zero 7. Note to self: find the other minidiscs.