I was thinking about it the other day when I caught a Ridgy. There will be a whole generation that will miss cruising up and down the lines in the back carriage with your mates on a hot summer’s afternoon, carriage doors open, windows open, breeze coming through, that smell of brakes hangs in the air. It’s still hot as fuck so you grab the last longneck from your backpack. You have your shitty leaking almost empty homemade mop with your super-dooper redhot special ink mix in your other hand trying to find a clean spot on the floor to hone your TM biting hand style.
These days you get on, it’s cold as fuck, white sterile walls, floors, seats, too much natural light, Cameras everywhere, you can even understand the fucking announcements which they make 45 times every minute. And so you just sit there play candy crush!!