I’m writing this on the Tube from Heathrow. Everyone looks worn out, drained and defeated. No-one is saying a word. The silence puntuated only by the intermittent passenger announcements, letting the downtrodden know that ‘This train is for Cockfosters‘ or ‘The next station is South Ealing’. No-one cares. Everyone is going to the same place, and they just want the next hour to pass as quickly as possible. It truly is a depressive atmosphere. We have all nations of the world here, and all united, but not in joy, but boredom. A perfect microcosm of the clinical, cynical world in which we live.
It’s not all bad though. Pretty soon we’ll all get off, and go our separate ways, all intent on enjoying the multitude of New Year’s Eve celebrations that this city has to offer. I just hope it’s worth it, as I’m not sure whether this is zone 6, or Dante’s Tenth Circle.




