Him: Umm, excuse me, do you have a light?
Me: Erm ... yes ... but you can't smoke on the Underground.
Him: Ahh, right. I thought you may have been able to ... just not on the train.
Me: Umm, okay.
In the time it took to travel from Stockwell to Victoria I discovered he was 20, had been at a house party that evening, was a web designer discovering the joys of layout with CSS, was starting his own business with friends to cater to students in Bath, and was going to be in trouble with his girlfriend who lived in out west on the District Line somewhere because he was a bit drunk. And I never managed to catch his name.
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