This is called “I remember“:

A cold, wet night, by candlelight—
Our love as strong as death—
Your soft, warm thighs and soul-dark eyes
Sweet wine upon your breath.

‘This train is destined for Wembley Park’
No more illusion of free will
But destiny’s arrow missed its mark:
We jumped ship at Dollis Hill

The first line is an exact quote from a platform announcer on the Jubilee Line. We were held at Southwark and he wibbled on in a very plummy voice for about five minutes. But that line stuck in my memory. See my twitter feed.

One of the nice things about commuting (apart from, say, the gorgeous scenery) is that I often get blog ideas on the train. I can develop these while I walk to the office.

But the trick is remembering those perfectly-crafted phrases, while waiting for Windows to log me in. I had time this morning, after entering my password, to go and make coffee, flirt with the MD, walk all the way back to my desk and ask loudly for a new hamster, mine is buggered, before I could start typing.

Thank God for iPhones.