Where Are We Going?

7.15 p.m. Somewhere Between Waterloo And London Bridge.

This morning I had a Tony Hancock style ephinany on the train into work. Stuck in a carriage crammed in with people who would probably punch you than smile at you, I wondered where are we going? What are we doing this for? I have no idea...

At least on the way home, I got a photograph from it all.