Does anyone else always insist on forgetting how hideous London can be in at this time of year? Hot, humid, insanely crowded, with our personal space continually violated.
Having been to and from our beloved capital several times over the past few months, one would assume the ability to remember and prepare oneself. Obviously not, as the other week I found myself (once again) pretty much buried in someone elses rather disgusting armpit on a tube journey which I can only describe as, er, cosy.
The Evening Standard should be issued with anti-perspirant as 'standard' and the ever so lovely underground intercom lady should not only encourage we stay hydrated, but to promote the use of deodorant in the mornings. People, please!
London Underground surely qualifies as the new SATC? Sweat And The City folks, commuters and travellers alike beware, there's still just about another month of this!
The Big Smoke, maybe. The Big Sweat? Most definitely.
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