Not quite, but this morning's commute was a bit more musical than usual. The tube I managed to wedge myself onto was rammed because of some delay and we all became more intimate with each other than we would have liked, as desperate individuals pushed on at each station.
Luckily, a woman decided everybody really needed to hear her sing the hymn 'Morning Has Broken', in the gospel style. Now, it's not the first time I've heard people singing on public transport but usually it's when they've had a few drinks, are wanting money or just plainly mad. People talk about the tinny beats from people's personal headphones on public transport being irritating, but that's nothing compared to somebody having an emotional spiritual moment aloud in the form of wailing in a confined space.
I willed the train to move off at each station just so the noise of the carriage would drown out her annoying trill. Leaving her behind to the poor commuters staying on at Holborn, I found my musical morning wasn't yet over as I changed lines onto the Central Line. Waiting on the platform was a guy playing music aloud through his mobile for everyone to hear, jigging about. Evidently, mobile phones with speakers are the new miniaturised ghettoblaster - so much for technological advancement.
All I wanted was to doze lightly and so drift into work on a cloud of slumber to ease the pain of the journey, but I got the double dose of Miss Gospel Singer Who Thinks She's A Diva and Mr Listen To My Beats Aren't They Fantastic. There are designated spots for buskers and these people should apply to use them if they think they're good enough, but a packed commuter train and platform are not the places to endear others to your musical (non)talent. Pah, rant over.
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