It’s a bit awkward when we get off at the same stop, but we still chat and it turns out he’s a journo at The Independent.
We’ve got a lot in common but he’s been more polite than flirty so I smile and we part ways.
The first rule of the London Underground is: You do not talk aboard the London Underground.
I sit by him on the premise of moving away from a horde of primary school kids.
I ask if his book’s any good and the conversation’s a bit stilted until he asks where I think the kids are going and we starting talking London museums.
Perfect – I love the theatre, so we’ve got tons to talk about.
Our chat goes so well, even though I’d planned to get off at Victoria I stay on a few more stops.
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