19.10 from Clapham Junction

I'm standing in a busy carrage and a large Winnie the Poo is singing to me. As he sings some unknown song the heat seems to grow more intense, the air thins and then my very vision seems to blur. I'm then sitting on my bag on the carrage floor, looking at the various legs around me. Different shapes, different sizes, shopping bags surrounding them. The doors open, the legs walk out and fresh air finally pours in. And I can finally stand again.