10/09/2003
 
It was when we were all squished, standing outside the ticket barrier at Victoria Station, waiting to go down to the Tube, performing our daily rush hour ritual, 8.32am, our personal space all shot to hell with strangers nuzzled against us from all sides, the way forward blocked and no way back, taking those pointless little steps forward, trying not to stumble or stand on the backs of other people's feet, protecting our genitals with the Metro newspaper; that a woman said in a brave clear voice "21st Century my arse!"
 

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