So, of course, I took full advantage of my personal carriage for those two stops – I swung through the carriage like a monkey, choosing the least thread bare seat in which to place my posterior. I talked to myself. I sang to myself into the whirring gurgle of the train in motion. I read my book and laughed out loud as one only would when enjoying something privately.
Oh it was fabulous! Always make use of the empty carriage, dear friends, anywhere else in London and you’ll find yourself continuously watched!