the distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains

... this is whitechapel, change here for the london underground district and hammersmith & city lines, alight here for the royal london hospital ... is life really boring enough to dedicate an entire post to commuting? well, yes. when something simplifies life like the overground between dalston junction and west croydon i'm gonna shed some light on the situation, be sure. what earlier took me 45 minutes now steals as little as 18. i get to sleep an extra half hour because of it. and the time saving isn't even the best part. ever tried the underground on a warm day? fucking hell you just wish you'd walked instead, the sweat odoeur is so heavy you could probably touch it, if you ever got that idea. the overground is actually cool, whenever i'm hangover (say three - four days a week) i always go on it and i feel better - that's how nice it is! i love it so much i wanna live on it. actually i love it so much i wanna fuck it. no, i don't wanna fuck it, i wanna make sweet and tender love to it. it's the greatest thing since bagels!