Trains are a strange place to be. There are always a strange breed of human mixed in with the regular commuters, just trying to get to work in one piece without having to face the ultimate weirdo. Sometimes these people are almost normal, and are just trying to get the most done on their commute, however this can ultimately make them center of attention on a packed out carriage in the early hours of the morning.
Other times, people are just downright weird.
Many people seem intent on ignoring the strange behaviour, and it’s become a thing that Londoner’s do now – we’re so used to the strange train activities that we just fade into the background and become part of the train till it’s time to jump onto the platform, and run towards the light at the top of the escalators. Or catch the next train, depending on how unlucky you are.
There’s been some hilariously outrageous train journeys had by many, including pervy men, people losing their balance, free lap-dancers, overly friendly fellow passengers and, of course, a travelling band.
Everyone loves Friends. Everyone. If you don’t then you’re wrong, you’re completely wrong, or something is horrendously wrong with you.
What makes it so amazing, and the secret to any good TV show, is that the characters and the chemistry between them is so real. I can see a little bit of myself in every character. I’m kind of like a mother figure to some of my friends (Harry, for example. If I hadn’t looked after him when he drank too much at Reading, no one would have), much like Monica. A lot of the time my friends don’t fully understand what I’m trying to say, a bit like Phoebe. I find mundane scientific facts fascinating where everyone else finds them boring, which is the Ross side of me at an all time high. I know exactly what I want to do with my life and I’m trying my absolute hardest to get it, just like Rachel. Sometimes I need a bit of looking after because I can be a bit childish and lost – Joey.
But the character I relate to the absolute most is Chandler. Straight up.