District line, Whitechapel-ish (11:30pm, front carriage)
» The gentleman in the padded jacket stares into nothing. » The bloke in the ribbed top is plugged (via white headphones) into his iPhone. » The bloke in the grey jersey is plugged (via black headphones) into his iPhone. » The man in the sweatshirt has his phone lengthways, and is tap-tap-tapping a graphic entity around the screen. » The lawyer in the suit and unbuttoned white shirt checks his emails whilst listening to some piped music. » The youth in the stripy top and red neckerchief watches tumbling blocks fall into pixellated spaces. » The red-coated woman flicks through Marie Claire, then pauses at the Love & Sex section. » The youth in the fake leather jacket watches a video, possibly a film, it's hard to tell. » The youth in the genuine leather jacket reads a book with a broken spine (he's about halfway through). » The lady in the calf-length boots with the capacious handbag enters lengthy strings of text into her phone. » The man in the marketstall coat is plugged into his favourite tunes, just loud enough for someone else to hear. » The bald beardy bloke writes in his bright blue spiral-bound notebook with a biro. » The girl in the red check coat stares into space, then thinks better of it and gets a book out. » The woolly-hatted adult of indeterminate gender quickly replies to a text now the train's no longer in a tunnel. » The man in the knitted jacket reads a copy of the Metro that's somehow survived since morning. » The man beside the man in the knitted jacket reads his Metro over his shoulder. » The boy in the claret tanktop and the girl in the dark coat actually talk to one another, briefly. » The bloke in the scarf reads one page, then *swish* another page of his e-book. » The blogger in the checked shirt scribbles notes around the margin of his newspaper. » The gentleman in the padded jacket still stares into nothing. Which, in this carriage, makes him unique.
