![]() Trouble is, in London rush hour, you can’t just cancel trains. They’ve been having a lot of problems on our line recently and keep canceling trains with no warning. ![]() My boss has started throwing all sorts of hissy fits about people “swanning in at all times,” so I left an extra twenty minutes early, in case it was a bad day. Or maybe no label because you make your clothes yourself out of retro fabrics that you source at Alfies Antiques.Īs I get near Catford Bridge, I start to feel a knot of tension. You could have a genuine vintage Christian Dior label. You can’t work where I work and have Christin Bior in your coat. It had a label in it, Christin Bior, but I cut it out as soon as I got home. My coat’s pretty warm, even though it cost £9.99 and came from the flea market. ![]() The gray December air is like iron in my chest, but I feel good. That’s why I’m here.Īnyway, my twenty-minute walk to the station is fine. My dad always says: If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay under the porch. (Actually, it’s not much like Tate Modern. It’s part of the London experience, like Tate Modern. I want to live in London I want to do this and commuting is part of the deal. ![]() As commutes go, it could be a lot worse, and I must keep remembering this. ***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***įirst: It could be worse. ![]()
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