Being lazy. Three trains cancelled. Tuts and frowns as I squeeze my bike on at a colourless Stratford. Elbows. Feet. Blackberrys. Ipods. The Metro. Mortgages. Dan Brown.
Liverpool street. Doors, suits, barriers.
A public school accent.
"Yorkshire? Saw the sticker on your bike"
"Yes. Keighley. You?"
"Harrogate."
Two bright grins in the walls of grey, and we are gone.
