my bike, wrapped in its pyjamas.

on the road.

rush hour, 8am.

my eyes are still getting used to the light as i speed down the hill on my bike.

i lock my bike up next to the station. the crowded platform
becomes dangerous as more trains are cancelled.

everybody coming up the stairs from the platform has given up waiting for a train.

eventually a train arrives - 40 year-old carriages which still use the slam doors.
actually, I like slam doors.

once again, no seats.

my view.

make-up.

leaving the train at waterloo station.

everybody is queuing for an escalator which doesn't even work.

the main waterloo concourse.

londoners are not a friendly bunch in the mornings.

waiting for the tube.

scramble.

incredibly, i get a seat. this is my view.

leaving the train.

a tunnel with no light at the end.

bags of discarded morning newspapers.

the ticket barriers. in order to get through here every day for a month, it costs £142.90.

down to the central line.

damn. just missed a train.

in the heart of the city.

arriving at liverpool st. station.

trying to get out of liverpool st. station.

fresh air at last. with a gherkin on top.

this is the area in which i work. as you can see, it's not a friendly area.

congest and we'll charge you.

the road which houses my office.

entering the office.

and here is the view from my desk. the view stays like this for about 9 hours,
when the journey starts again in the opposite direction.

if i've sounded down during this little story, you'd be wrong. i actually enjoy this. really.

paul