So as I walked from the station to work today, I already had a blog post in my head, ready to be written. It was to be a short but perfectly formed rant about Metro readers, and in particular those Metro readers who seem incapable of folding their newspaper over as they read it but instead insist on spreading it out on their neighbours’ knees as they flick through its pages. This was triggered by a particularly egregious example this morning from a chap who’d already had to squeeze his way onto the train at Clapham Junction and shoogle his way into the middle seat between me and a rather burly builder, so he knew the space was limited. Nothing daunted, he spread his Metro wide and gave us both the benefit of his paper for the next five stops despite the fact that I was already reading a newspaper – one I had gone to the bother of paying for – and didn’t really want to read his. I had decided that he was either new to the whole newspaper-reading business and thus wasn’t aware that it was possible to actually fold the thing down the middle (bendy stuff, paper), or was so excited that someone had given him something for free he thought he’d share the love. It was only when I got in and checked my stats that a third possibility emerged – he had rumbled my identity and was trying to subtly show me this : I have been shortlisted for the Metro’s Brit Blog awards and in the travel category no less. Obviously this made the rant seem a little churlish, and so I have refrained.
So instead can I say a big up to my fellow shortlistees: Phileas Blog , London Underground Tube Diary (I’m in distinguished company here), Mindhorn and Blood Bus, A Driver’s Blog of Night Bus Terror . And a big welcome to my commuter hell, o Metro readers, I hope you stick around. Meanwhile, while I have your attention, can I just make a tiny little suggestion? To those of you who don’t? Fold the paper over when you read it would you? There’s a love.