Get Ahead of the Games says Mr Johnson
Regular readers of this blog will know how much I love public transport in London. I think of it as a free show on the way to a show. This is especially true since the invention of the mobile phone. I can't understand why people complain. In the past I'd sometimes listen in to dialogue conducted in a language I was studying. Nowadays I'm often treated to a stream of novelty language, as a young woman scolds an errant boyfriend, or I overhear an exchange of confidential business details between suited gents.
We've been pestered, too, by a series of cartoon images on posters and tube barriers. As if being even more squashed will be fun, akin to being an extra in a Disney film.