Rehearsal on the tube



I was either sitting opposite a mild tube nutter this morning or someone who was practising his lines from a play. It was quite funny if the latter as this guy sat opposite me, had a document on his lap and was just talking quietly to himself.



He didn't have the usual signs of a nutter - stained T shirt or dishevelled clothing, his eyes didn't seem too stary and he was talking quite quietly rather than screaming "Mind the Doors" then laughing manically like a woman on the train last week.



But you never know, he could have been one of the most scariest tube nutters yet, those ones that lull you in to a false sense of security by looking surprsingly normal and yet undernearth it all a 100% nutter keeping it all in the bounds of normality waiting to break out.