One evening on the Tube.
She: round face, tongue stud, black puffer jacket.
He: heavy jaw, mediterranean look, holding limp hot dog in napkin, grey Superdry jacket.
She – where you from?
He – [inaudible].. and you?
She – New Zealand
He – how long have you been here?
She – two months He – you like it?
She – cold, came from the bitch, ya know?
He – what are you doing here?
She – Ninny
He – ?
She – Nainny
He – Ah! Nanny
She – you?
He – chef
She – …
He – chef. cook.
She – yeah. chiff. couk. I like cooking, but not the clearing up
He – oh yeah I don’t do that. Other people do that for me.
She – yeah
He – where are you going?
She – [pause] trying to get to my friend’s house in Finsbury Park
He, standing up – Oh! yeah. you go to Euston, then Victoria Line, to Finsbury Park
She – yeah
They got off the train together.
