“Anti-Social Behavior Orders” ?

- 9h25 - Through the haze of another morning, the door slams behind me. With the blood pressure of a galoping horse due to the few coffee cups of a very strong Italian brand, I decide, though a bit late, to scan my pockets and head to the tube.

"Keys ? - OK. - Money ? - Errr, ooookaaaay...- Tobacco ? - OK. - Something to read ?..."

- 9h30 - Not having left home since quite a long time, my reading list remains short. Scanning the "Far-away", a bright color attract my attention. Pushing my spectacles back on my inquisitive nose, I start to figure what's coming. The guy is handling papers. The free delivery of another pile of crap which will make more talks about the recycling process on the planet.

- 9 h 35 - It's Shortlist "for men with more than one thing on their minds" magazine, and the awaited column of Danny wallace. Brilliant. At least something slightly attractive to read when commuting.

- 9 h 40 - The carriage is fairly busy. Seats are empty but still warm from the last traveller. The morning seems quiet until a sudden cacophony reaches the platform. Travellers lift their sleepy faces scruting with fear a hord of a Girlschool students.

Invasion. Screams and "laughs out loud". Song singing, giggling and finger's pointing.

At a glimpse, I notice the way that the rest of travellers have lifted their posts higher, hiding behind their papermade shields. Trying not to be unsympathetic, despite my favorite thursday's reading session basically ruined, I leave my gazette for a while and put on my best humor as to be confronted. Their extreme hyperactivity is flourishing, bouncing inside the carriage. One of them looks at me but her thin voice doesn't cover the noise. She apologises for the inconvenience as I ask her the reason for over-excitment. She tells me they were going to a theme park and were all very happy.