This morning, I found myself riding the tram back from an appointment in the city center. It was crowded and there were no seats, so I stood in the bit between two carriages, and looked around. For some reason, I was instantly transported back in time around 35-years and found myself looking at the passengers on my daily Basingstoke to Waterloo commuter…
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