It was actually quite spectacular. This morning a train had fucked itself at Liverpool St, so obviously TFL had closed every other central line station to compensate. Consequently there was a giant throbbing mass of commuters failing to get into Leyton station.
Leyton is a tube station hopelessly inadequate for dealing with more than say, 10 people at the time. And it has 3 staff, so needless to say, we had a problem. The mass of commuters began to protrude more and more from the entrance to the station, across the pavement and into the road - whereupon one woman decided to get hit by an Asian dude in a silver Rover taking his family out on a jaunt.
It was at this point that I realised something about myself. Immediately about 8 bystanders rushed to the woman's aid from both sides of the road. One man called for an ambulance, another witness issued instructions to the forlorn-looking driver sitting by the side of the road.
For my part, I thought to myself: "Why is it the Central Line is always the most fucked? Is this what I spent my vote for Boris on? The opportunity to be late for work every day because TFL can't get their shit together? And now I'm going to be extra late because some fool woman thinks that delays on the tube entitle you to mill around in the middle of a busy traffic artery. This whole situation can get to fuck."
And then I listened to Down I Go.
Question: Was there any more apposite music I could have been listening to?