Friday, May 31, 2002

A flurry of excitement this morning as a rumpled man boarded the Jubilee Line. "Is that? It can't be." It was.

It was Ken Livingstone, trying to ignore the curious stares of fellow passengers checking out what he was wearing (beige jacket, grey shirt, beige trousers, brown shoes) and what he was reading (the latter half of a thick paperback novel torn in half - I could only make out the author to be "Pe Ha"). Nobody bothered him, and he didn't look up.

It's pretty cool of Ken to attempt to be anonymous right now, what with all the gossip about him becoming a father.

It's also reassuring to see that the man responsible [in theory] for running London's transport system actually uses it.

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