Captives underground

The pace of life in London is SO fast. A book my brother gave me has research statistics indicating it has the twelfth fastest pace of life on the planet (www.paceoflife.co.uk). It astounds me every time I visit.

Underpinning much of this lifestyle is the London Underground. It becomes obvious how (understandably) beholden much of the population of this vast mass of a city is to the spaghetti of tunnels filled with trains, when they suspend service of some lines at the weekend for things like Olympic upgrades and general maintenance. Hernias erupt across the replacement bus services, eyes pop and tempers flare, mobile phone companies double their profits as traffic lights hold us up once again.

Understandable, but there is no way I could ever live in a city where life becomes so dependent on a beast like the London Underground.