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Passive Aggression

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This is a story about verbal jousting...

Tube Escalator

Summer is coming and London is starting to fill up with tourists and language students already. Thankfully, most of these people have the good sense to not travel at rush hour, but the irritation of human congestion will be a growing problem until October, when the Big Smoke starts to get quieter again.

I can't really complain. I choose to live here, and I love it. I love the architecture. I love the diversity. I love the food. I love the culture. I even love the noise a bit... when it's a constant background drone of traffic, aeroplanes and sirens. I hate it when it's mostly quiet, and then that silence is interrupted by something. In London the noise is just continuous, so you kinda cease to be aware of it.

There's a weird kind of pleasure you can take from dodging your way through the crowds. Knowing where to stand to be next to the tube doors, and get off near the exit from the platform. Knowing which way you're going, so you never break stride, never waste time looking for signs and deciding whether to turn left or right. When things become a reflex, you find yourself automatically taking the shortest possible path from A to B, and there's a certain satisfaction derived from being ahead of the crowd.

I don't think London really welcomes the aimless wanderer. When 3 people are walking along the pavement, more engrossed in their conversation with each other than achieving even normal walking speed, it's frustrating. Particularly when those people fan out wherever the pavement widens. You're forced into stepping into the road to overtake them, rather than be stuck behind them, at a crawl.

It's a very London habit though, to never actually engage anybody directly in conversation. Even when a large family plus their luggage have stopped at the bottom of the escalator, to the point where bodies are just piling up in a human log-jam caused by inconsiderate ignorant and downright stupid behaviour, nobody says anything. There might be some aggressive tutting and huffing, and Londoners can even walk around an obstacle in an aggressive way that indicates to the feckless idiot, that they have gotten in the way... not that they notice.

Transport for London started introducing posters showing all the annoying things that tourists do, like not letting people off the tube before trying to get on board the train, not moving down inside the carriages and smacking people in the face with their backpacks. These posters featured cartoon characters and had a whimsical rhyme for each different problem. For example: "We really don't mean to chide, but you really must move down inside..." etc. etc.

Lately, there have appeared Banksy-esque stencils on some tube escalators, reminding the unhurried & feckless to stand slack-jawed and gawping on the right, so the scurrying commuters can climb the steps past them on the left. The tube is already at breaking point though, and at the most congested tube stations, they are having another go at introducing standing only on the descending escalators, in an attempt to prevent dangerous platform overcrowding.

It seems that on a very regular basis, Oxford Street tube has to close its entrances in the evening, because of overcrowding. Perhaps this problem has reduced now that Bond Street and Tottenham Court Road are getting back to normality, but Crossrail and station improvements have certainly caused chaos in Central London.

Insult

My blog has become one big outlet for all that pent-up aggression and frustration with the world and its halfwits. I had found that cycling around London was very good as an outlet, but my life-expectancy was surely cut drastically, by cycling through heavy traffic with absolutely zero tolerance for even a second of hesitation from drivers and fellow cyclists alike.

There's something so thrilling about cutting through a swathe of rush-hour gridlock in record time, on a bike. Everybody wants to kill you or be killed. Pedestrians want to throw themselves under the wheels of your bicycle, by jumping into the road without looking, or from leaping out from between parked busses or other things that would obscure your view of them until the last possible second. Motorcyclists expect to have the central reservation all to themselves, and pop out in front of you from side streets, or arrive up your rear end at high speed. Motorists and van drivers obviously see you, but think "it's just a bike" and continue their manoeuvres knowing that they're unlikely to die, safe inside their metal box.

It's crazy just how infuriated and aggressive you can make a driver, when they are stuck in a queue of traffic, and you just zoom straight to the front at the traffic lights and leave them for dust. They desperately and dangerously try to overtake you, but always end up hitting another queue of traffic. They beep their horn aggressively, trying to get you to move into the gutter, and scream abuse out of their windows, but then they hit the back of another queue of traffic and you never see them again, because you leave them far, far behind.

Once you've started cycling in London, even though it pretty much just turns you into an organ donor, it's hard to go back to overcrowded public transport and the congestion that slows down busses, black cabs and Übers. Sure, there are certain journeys that are OK by car in London, if you choose the day of the week and time of day correctly, and you have good local knowledge, you can dodge a lot of traffic. You're still going to get caught at a lot of red lights though. Red lights are just for guidance if you're on a bike.

Toyota MR2

Driving in London is hard. The above picture shows a mark one Toyota MR2, which was the 4th car I ever owned, and the first car I ever drove in London. Trying to navigate on my own, with the particularly low driving position and poor visibility, the first time ever in the busy conurbation, was pure hell. However, it's taught me 360 degree awareness when driving.

Now, I like driving in London. I like the fact that it's slightly lawless. You can get away with some pretty aggressive driving that would surely only lead to road rage attacks in the provinces. The most fearless driver, who acts without hesitation is the one with right of way, most of the time, and that's respected. The only time you'll hear a horn being blasted is when somebody's reactions are a second or two slow. You'd better be moving when the lights turn green, or else you're going to piss off a lot of people behind you.

You'd be surprised what you can get away with in London. Everything from rolling your eyes, huffing and tutting, to driving super aggressively, late braking and cutting people up, is somehow tolerated more readily. You're unlikely to find yourself in a fist fight in London. There are the cattle, and there are the cheetahs, but you won't find the lumbering walrus that expects to hurt you with its fat blubbery hide. London won't tolerate the uncultured townie, with their poor dress sense and easily offended sensibilities. The "wot you lookin at?" thick skulled fight starter is a fish out of water in the capital city, thankfully.

Ok, so you might think it snobby, but I like to think of it as urbane.

Routemaster

Taking London busses is a black art. You need pretty excellent knowledge of London at a street level, and over a fairly wide expanse of the capital in order to figure out what bus you want, and it's even harder to figure out when is a good time to take a bus. They're certainly no good for commuting, unless you like sitting in traffic.

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