I have always kinda dreaded the summertime tube journeys. Hot, sweaty and clammy with a warm aroma of arid armpits, it's a classic conversation.. "just made it on the tube and ended up ear-deep in some fat guys sweatglands". Though there is one day that beats this...
It's days like today that carry the most impressive nasal pugency. The day when it's raining hard,everybody knows it will be and the old rain jackets come out. Thick ones, thin ones, padded ones, quilted ones the lot. they have all been festering in the deepest parts of your house for a good few months now, maturing ready for the great unveiling, all they need is a little sprinkle of water to be brought back to their stinking state once more. The summer sweatys are at least, in majority, clean. Jumping on the tube to meet the stench a carrage full of wet mouldering jackets and getting each of their personal residues wiped upon you as you wait at the door is definetly worse...
