Tube Diary: 3rd April Traveling up the escalator, a poster advertising an event called The Alzheimer’s Show.   Tube Diary: 5th April Outside Shepherd’s Bush station. Gates closed. Person under the train. People tutting, complaining about being   

Tube Diary: 28th January   Wake. Eat. Tube. Work. Tube. Eat. Sleep. Repeat til death.   Tube Diary: 11th February   Bored with my book. So let’s see what’s going on here then…Okay. Opposite: a girl (twenties, all   

Tube Diary: 2nd November Central line. With Dom (after a night out in Soho). He’s next to me snapping. I’m next to him typing. Two diarists at work.   Tube Diary: 6th November 7:18am and I’m on a   

Tube Diary: 1st October On the way home from a book reading with guests Immodesty Blaize, Radcliffe Royds and hostess with the mostest, Damian Barr. I was on last, necked a vodka and coke just before, so went on bursting   

Tube Dairy: 1st September Empty platform. Glance at myself in the corridor mirror. Hmmm. Not too bad. Train arrives. No seats. Oh well. Lean on the half-seat by the door. I’ve got 20 minutes to get to the   

Tube Diary: 1st August Muggy, sticky and my freshly pressed shirt is sticking to my chest. It’s 9am and I’m on the platform at Shepherd’s Bush. The train rumbles in. No seats. So I let it go. A   

  Tube Diary: 4th July A businessman eyes the legs of a young woman opposite him. An older woman sitting next to him spots him and frowns. Seconds later, the older woman crosses her legs and in doing