Evening on the Victoria Line

7.30pm. There is a youngish woman standing right at the end of the carriage, wearing a hat. God she looks miserable. The expensive clothes she appears to be wearing don't seem to make her happy. Sometimes people can look more miserable than they actually are I suppose.  Highbury and Islington: Grumpy cow leaves, she isn't replaced. I hope her hat doesn't getting blown off as the train leaves the station, then again perhaps it's exactly what she needs.

At the other end of the carriage, two young ladies/girls sit beside each other, one is on her phone, the other sits looking bored chewing on gum and picking hairs off of her clothes. Modern day friendship? Maybe the one on the phone is texting the other. Opposite me, a young man sings to himself. One of these border line awkward social situations. No reason why he can't, but weird nevertheless that he is. It's not a big deal, his voice is hidden by the rattle of the tube. He seems happy. Good for him, I wonder how he sounds. He has just picked up a takeaway bag ewwww. Looks like one of those Indian takeaway things. Old? Well it can't be fresh, I've never seen a takeaway on the Victoria line before.