"Happy Birthday Mark!"
I hear the announcer's voice bounce off the platform as the train I am riding on closes its doors.
London is an amazing city.
There are times when you feel that amidst the hustle and bustle, where throngs of shoppers skirt in and out of side shops, suits-and-tie executives rush to and fro appointments, people and traffic zip past you so fast that all you are aware of is the draft, the city can indeed leave you feeling cold and lonely.
And there are times when you find love; even more rarely in tube stations.
Old couples holding hands, helping each other up and down the endless staircases.
Love of life, with the use of Humour being one of the key evidence. Once I was at Canary Wharf tube waiting for my usual ride home, and instead of normal boring message of train arrivals, I heard the announcer on the other side saying: " Robbie Williams is WAITING for you at North Greenwich. If you are off to see Robbie Williams, please take the next train and drop off at the O2!!...
I hear the announcer's voice bounce off the platform as the train I am riding on closes its doors.
London is an amazing city.
There are times when you feel that amidst the hustle and bustle, where throngs of shoppers skirt in and out of side shops, suits-and-tie executives rush to and fro appointments, people and traffic zip past you so fast that all you are aware of is the draft, the city can indeed leave you feeling cold and lonely.
And there are times when you find love; even more rarely in tube stations.
Old couples holding hands, helping each other up and down the endless staircases.
Love of life, with the use of Humour being one of the key evidence. Once I was at Canary Wharf tube waiting for my usual ride home, and instead of normal boring message of train arrivals, I heard the announcer on the other side saying: " Robbie Williams is WAITING for you at North Greenwich. If you are off to see Robbie Williams, please take the next train and drop off at the O2!!...
