commuters

at Liverpool Street.

Today we were summoned to a meeting at nine. Not such an unearthly hour but it meant mingling with the giddy throng and squashing into a train with other people probably as reluctant as I was

Opposite me there was a bloke who thought it was Ok to occupy a seat and a half with this legs splayed as wide apart as possible. Sensibly he'd had the letter P tattooed under his ear. I assume it stands for penis. I've been recording inconsiderate travellers for some time now in a series on flickr.

The meeting went well and then we went to look at how things were going in Kensington. It's looking pretty good.

Supper of pulao rice and curry, in new larger bowls. They worked well and the food stayed where it was meant to. Good