Look for Longer is back! You may remember last year that London Underground inspired viral game Look for Longer which challenged the public’s knowledge of the Tube network last year. It is re-launched yesterday but with a crowd sourcing twist. Members of the public are invited to take part in Look for Longer 2 by submitting their own ideas for station clues by either drawing them or uploading them via the Look for Longer site.
Players are being presented with a dilapidated street and the sign ‘Vacant-to-Let’ and submit their ideas for station clues by simply sketching or describing and uploading them via the website: www. lookforlonger.com.
Posters started appearing at major London Underground stations yesterday (19th September). People now have until 6th October to suggest their visual metaphor before of the game officially launches on October 31st.
Today’s post is a guest article written by my friend Kirsty, her witty and funny observations about behaviour on the Tube will make you chuckle…
Commuting on the Tube every day can drive even the politest of people to become incandescent with rage by the innumerable behavioural crimes committed on a daily basis. Given that Londoners spend so much time travelling each day, here are my top tips on Tube etiquette:
1. Offer your seat
We’ve all been there when a frail person or pregnant woman gets on the train and commuters are already crammed into seats, suffering from post-work fatigue. The golden rule is always offer your seat to those who are more in need of one on the train. Always check though – I’ve seen it happen more than once where larger ladies have been mistaken for expectant mothers and the ensuing ‘take my seat / no, thanks / no, I insist’ debate before the person offering the seat realises their mistake and both parties retreat in a cloud of embarrassment.
2. Bathe, bathe, bathe…
There’s nothing worse than someone’s armpit in your face when you’re trying to commute to work in peace, but unfortunately the Tube makes every morning journey into a demented game of Twister. As uncomfortable as this is, the journey would be made so much easier if showering was made compulsory before entering the train. As one particularly foul-smelling man on the Central line recently proved, it is possible to kill with body odour at less than twenty paces.
3. Food for thought
Eating on the Tube is for those who have no dignity. It’s like passing wind in public – just don’t do it.
4. Quiet please!
People playing their music on their mobile phones at full volume at 8am are always a nightmare. As tempting as it is to say ‘no, I don’t want to listen to your dub step / grime / house remix, please switch it off before I throttle you with your earphones’, it is better to have a quiet word and hope that they get off at the next station without trying to stab you.
One of the (few) benefits of commuting on the Tube is that you are more than likely to end up travelling alongside some of the most attractive men and women in the capital.
The invention of TubeCrush – the website where you surreptitiously take photos of the most eye-catching men in your carriage and submit them online – means that no good-looking man in London is safe. Don’t make my mistake of trying to sneakily take a picture of the 6”2 George Clooney lookalike standing across the aisle, especially not when your camera makes a surprisingly loud click as you press the ‘capture’ button. There are no hiding places in a busy carriage when there are several pairs of angry eyes staring at you.
This morning I woke up full of hope for the year ahead and even though it was the first day of work after the long holiday I tried to be positive. Isn’t it funny how a small thing like your train being delayed can really mess your mood up for the rest of the day. I was determined that this year I would be on time for work so I left 10 minutes earlier giving myself time to go and buy my travel card. I didn’t even let the fact that my travel card had gone up by 10 pounds bother me. Got to the station at 8.12 only to hear ” We are sorry the 8.12 to Liverpool street has been delayed by 8 minutes. We are sorry for any inconvenience caused”. Okay some mental arithmetic from myself and I calculated I could still get to Liverpool Street by 8.40 which gave me enough time for my 10 minute bus ride to work from Finsbury Square. ” Two minutes later…. “We are sorry the 8.12 is delayed by 18 minutes”. ” We are sorry the 8.15 is delayed by 24 minutes”. “We are sorry the 8.18 will not run today”. “F***! the Platform was getting busier and I knew from experience that by the time the train would arrive I would have problems getting on. So cutting my losses I ran to go and catch the bus to the nearest Central line station. Getting there at 8.30 I calculated I would probably get to work 10 minutes late. On the bus I could feel my hackles going up. “Pay 150 quid a month for what! shoddy service, cramped conditions, bloody tory government, rip off BRITAIN!”. Got on the Central line…started to relax a bit. Announcent: “We are being held at a red light we should get going in a few minutes”. “WHAT!” not again….I started to simmer inside, even the sight of a rather good looking guy opposite couldn’t wipe the scowl off my face and the journey seem to take forever as the train continually stopped at red lights and then stopped to sort out a passenger alarm at St Pauls, getting more and more ridiculously full. By the time I got to Liverpool Street I had mentally decided I hated London and the next chance I would get I would emigrate to Switzerland where the transport system is fantastic. I ended up getting to work at 9.20am, stroppy faced and it took me till lunch to settle down. So thank you National Express East Anglia for ruining my working start to 2011! Well a colleague sent me a video that made me realise as bad as London transport is it could be a hell of a lot worse. Watch below for yourselves.