It has recently come to my attention that on Wednesday, commuters in the trendy Zone 1 tube stations were getting handouts of strangely demonic looking pigs on their way to work. Not only that but, reading between the lines, they regularly get free stuff given to them by people promoting things – even the other half used to get the odd free copy of the Guardian when they were promoting their new size.
Until I heard this, I probably wouldn’t have given house room (or even desk room) to a bizarre pink plastic pig, but now I’m jealous. In all my years of commuting I have been given precisely nothing on my way to work. Nada. Zilch. Square root of bugger all (unless you count colds, flu, high blood pressure and the occasionaly grudging discount on my next season ticket). But then I don’t work in zone 1 and that means my season tickets costs me 14 quid a week, instead of the �26 you pay for zones 1-3. Now there may be other advantages to having a zone 1 season ticket (particularly if you actually work in zone 1) but I think that’s a lot of money to pay just on the off chance of some PR floozy handing you the odd desk toy. And besides, when I stepped out of work on Wednesday I may not have been handed a pig, but I did catch a flash of turquoise and turned round in time to see a kingfisher darting off into the bushes. You don’t get many of those in zone one, now, do you?
Still wouldn’t say no to a free pig, though