Anthropology Under Our Feet …

How was your Easter?
I tell you what, it’s the first holiday I’ve ever had that I didn’t notice.
It’s also the first holiday I ever had where I ate LESS food than I do during the week.
I tell you, this quarantine is like Christmas for snacking.
If the corona virus doesn’t get you … the obesity will.
Or maybe that’s just me.
So back to the post …
Moving back to London has been pretty awesome.
Sure I miss the madness of Shanghai and the warmth of LA … but it’s been pretty great.
Even the fact I’m an hours commute both ways hasn’t been too horrid.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a long time.
In fact it’s the longest commute I’ve ever had to do since I last lived in England.
In Shanghai I was a 10 minute walk to work.
And in LA, I got to drive [after 15 years of no car] and that was only 20 mins.
But while the tube – and sometimes bus – might have their moments where you absolutely hate it, there is a bunch of stuff to love.
Specifically the people watching.
I absolutely adore the variety of people I see on the tube.
All sat together, even though they would never acknowledge each other.
Rich and poor, side by side, equals … if only for the length of the tube ride.
I absolutely love it when I’m coming back home late from the office and suddenly the tube is filled with elegant elderly people who have obviously come back from the theatre.
Seeing these black ties and gowns mingling with the people coming back from the football is a sight to be seen.
And while the 2 groups don’t talk to each other, they talk to each other.
The tube has a different atmosphere.
It’s nice … positive with a hint of energy.
People who are happy – both for where they’ve just been and where they’re heading.
Recently I was going home and the 2 gentlemen in the pic at the top of this post get on at Sloane Square.
Suddenly they pulled out a ‘nice bottle of red’ … opened it … poured it into a couple of glasses [that they had with them] and enjoyed a little tipple while they chatted about their day on their way to a birthday dinner.
They were perfectly sober. They didn’t bother anyone. They just wanted to make their journey part of their evening experience … and it’s things like this where you forgive all of the tubes pains and just revel in its ability to give you a glimpse into the eccentric, [posh] Britishness that exists 50 feet under the streets.
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How was your Easter?
I tell you what, it’s the first holiday I’ve ever had that I didn’t notice.
It’s also the first holiday I ever had where I ate LESS food than I do during the week.
I tell you, this quarantine is like Christmas for snacking.
If the corona virus doesn’t get you … the obesity will.
Or maybe that’s just me.
So back to the post …
Moving back to London has been pretty awesome.
Sure I miss the madness of Shanghai and the warmth of LA … but it’s been pretty great.
Even the fact I’m an hours commute both ways hasn’t been too horrid.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a long time.
In fact it’s the longest commute I’ve ever had to do since I last lived in England.
In Shanghai I was a 10 minute walk to work.
And in LA, I got to drive [after 15 years of no car] and that was only 20 mins.
But while the tube – and sometimes bus – might have their moments where you absolutely hate it, there is a bunch of stuff to love.
Specifically the people watching.
I absolutely adore the variety of people I see on the tube.
All sat together, even though they would never acknowledge each other.
Rich and poor, side by side, equals … if only for the length of the tube ride.
I absolutely love it when I’m coming back home late from the office and suddenly the tube is filled with elegant elderly people who have obviously come back from the theatre.
Seeing these black ties and gowns mingling with the people coming back from the football is a sight to be seen.
And while the 2 groups don’t talk to each other, they talk to each other.
The tube has a different atmosphere.
It’s nice … positive with a hint of energy.
People who are happy – both for where they’ve just been and where they’re heading.
Recently I was going home and the 2 gentlemen in the pic at the top of this post get on at Sloane Square.
Suddenly they pulled out a ‘nice bottle of red’ … opened it … poured it into a couple of glasses [that they had with them] and enjoyed a little tipple while they chatted about their day on their way to a birthday dinner.
They were perfectly sober. They didn’t bother anyone. They just wanted to make their journey part of their evening experience … and it’s things like this where you forgive all of the tubes pains and just revel in its ability to give you a glimpse into the eccentric, [posh] Britishness that exists 50 feet under the streets.