Three boys sit side by side on an almost empty tube carriage. They are square bodied in the mother insistant starch of school blazers and garish ties.
The one on the end has glasses like bottle bottoms and golden cupid curls like an Annie wig. He is the sort that probably got the most painful wedgies from school bullies, the highest grades and, although almost a teen, has a twelve year old teddy bear still on his pillow.
The boy on the other end is mousey quiet, ignoring his friends talk with his face in a thick red novel.
The boy in the middle talks non stop about nothing.
I looked at them and thought, i bet in ten years time they will still be sat there, side by side, returning from a day at the an office with duller ties.