True story.
The scenario..
The 08.21 train to Victoria on Monday after Denmark Hill.
Packed, quiet apart from rustling Metro/FT/Daily Mail papers and i-phone headphones pssting to inaudible mush.
This is London, South East style.
And then…
Man seated in carriage seat gets up looks at himself and proceeds to dance.
No headphones connected.
Train carriage gets scared.
Faces tucked inside Metro/FT/Daily Mail papers.
I-phones go up a notch.
There’s no escape.
Man continues to boogie.
Unsteady on the swaying rolling stock, he begins to giggle.
Everybody knows and yet everybody pretends not to.
Fantastic.
Man is going hard at it now, bending low, hipshaking and fingers clicking.
Train pulls into Victoria.
Relieved faces gather their possessions and line up for exits.
Man wishes everyone a good morning and exits et al.
Laugh? I should have joined him and forced the crowd to make room for my ‘running man’ technique.
All aboard.
