Smiling at Strangers on Trains

Please enjoy this song by one of my favourite artists

Tube, Sweat and Testosterone

I now have full comprehension of the saying "sardines in a can".

Staring at Nature on trains

This week I have found the people on my train a lot less interesting than the natural world speeding by outside my window.

It's because of Henry

Nearly two weeks in to my new job in London and I'm starting to recognise the same people that get my train every morning. I smile and nod, but it’s mostly received by blank stares or nervous smiles. Clearly I am not as memorable as they are.

Why cant Vampires and Werewolves just get along?

My train home after my first day at work was a welcome relief. I got to rest my poor little legs, wearing high heeled boots that day was definitely not a good idea. I had walked the length and breadth of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Steet in search of a Post Office, not an easy task I assure you. I had walked from Leicester Square tube station to Charring Cross trying to find somewhere that I could buy a months rail pass, only to find the chip and pin number I had been given was for the wrong card. On top of that, I had to get to grips with the in's and out's of my new job, meet my new colleagues and try to make a good first impression.
Boy, what a first day. 

First post, first commute, first day. Old nerves

So here it is. My first day commuting into London. My first step into the real world. I finally have a proper job.