I love watching people on the tube, and I love nothing more than watching women put on makeup...and let's face it if you decide to do it on the tube you have to expect to be watched... I know I do when I'm slapping on the guyliner.
But it seems to me that the tube is treated as an extension of our own houses, I know that I have and do get ready at home (missing brekkie) and it's like my morning routine will pause, with me in a state of semi-disaray. I will then (as I did this morning even though I was late) get something to eat from the shop and wait till I'm on a train before starting my routine again. Putting on cream if my skin needs it (I have eczema so my skin needs lots of tending too) my under eye stuff that wakes them up and eating. Basically finish my morning routine, exiting the train feeling a little more ready for the world.
It seems that whatever we can get away with doing on the tube we will...which I love as it means I get to (sorry slight interlude - just on the bakerloo platform and holy FUCK it's hot) see inside their lives, just little glipses not much... And as the time honoured saying goes, you show me yours...
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