I’ve always wondered why the handrails on the tube escalators move that little bit quicker than the escalator itself. On more than one occasion I have found myself almost hugging the person ahead of me. All it takes is a thirty second daydream and you can find yourself seriously crossing the boundaries of appropriate social proxemics.
Perhaps it’s a ploy to remind us that we really shouldn’t be touching the handrails of the London underground anyway…
22 going on…30 apparently
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So it turns out that my Mother giving me anti-wrinkle cream for Christmas
wasn’t a completely unfounded gift idea.
Last Thursday was my 23rd birthday. I...
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