Tub(e) Strife       :     A  Tail of  Toe City


   as a momentousGreek once remarked in less-tormentous-times:                                 one tube strike doth not a standstill  make
                                                                                           NOSTLIKEYMEN
           for  indeed    the    still  City
    so quickly proceed to a  movestill, 
                          even without its underground running.
     and that be testimony to the tenacity of these City-dwellers, whose never-say-die attitude saw some of them survive the Blitz ; 
others the 1966 world cup victory;
more the Double Olympics 
             and the cannonisation of the Anglo-Scot Andrew Murray 
( Murray stuffed into a canon at TheTowerOfMaskell
        and fired all the way back to bonnyScotland );
and still others, impressively, the traumatic events of  7/7.

And here they are again, against all odds,  beating the warm sun and cooling breeze coming off The River; route marching, cahoot walking, brisk enough early on with the sun in its infancy; then more quickly as work deadline approaches, soon slowing down with that  
Oh! fuckit anyway  positivity when they realise they're going to be late; speeding up again when dawns consequential guilt; 
slowing down finally toward mid-morning coffee and a well-earned sickie.
And, all the while this human tide rolls towards, over and away from the water, I seem to be set against it whichever way I deem to go.
If Humanity is desperately - well, at walking pace - disparately rather  escaping The Beast  . ..








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