quickie

This morning when I was changing lines at Tottenham Court Road I heard a reedy aching voice and the un-London twang of an acoustic. It was a tiny woman, face caked with make-up- the kind you imagine in a sad 80's movie on a night club singer who goes to a late night diner after closing- and bright blue fishnets and she was standing right up against the wall. I didn't look at her for long but her image kind of stuck with me as I mingled with the hundreds of non-people on the tube and it made me wish that there were more people like that. More people that pepper our lives with interest and colour. That all our days may not be gray