Travel has been miserable these last few days. Rain and delays, basically, since the start of the week.

Last night I let Chris of the Brennan talk me into getting on to the Central Line early enough for it to still be rammed.

The platforms were packed and the next trains weren’t for another four, 11 and 18 minutes. Clearly something very wrong was going on, although as usual there was no explanation.

So, by the time we got to Chancery Lane we were packed in like the proverbial small tinned fish in oil when it all came to a grinding halt. We must have sat there on the platform for five minutes if not ten, everyone still gripping onto the overhead rails in case they should lose their hanging spots. Everyone getting hotter and stickier. Everyone getting more and more annoyed.

And then along came the Nolan Sisters.

I’m in the mood for dancing, romancing
Whoo, giving it all, tonight
I’m in the mood for chancing, I feel like dancing
Whoo, so come on and hold me tight

Not the real Nolan Sisters, of course - just a man on the platform with a very VERY loud stereo and a copy of I’m in the Mood for Dancing that filled the station and echoed up and down the platform.

Only Chris and I sung along, and only Chris knew all the words, which didn’t immediately impress everyone else at our end of the carriage.

I think the irony of being in the mood for dancing in a space where you could barely even breathe was lost on them.

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