Mind the Gap
It's late. The train is almost empty; the commuters long since tucked up on their expansive sofas with in their kaleidoscopic onesies holding oversized glasses of red wine and watching uninspiring programmes on their immense televisions. It's predictable, and they think their lives are hard. We've all heard the moaning: their boss, the length of their commute, their pay, the costs of their commute, their children, the stifling crush on their commute, their life, their choices, their frigging...