Jesus Christ, seems that trains cant handle the heat and get themselves into a tizzy. The Northern Line was literally hell this morning and even Satan himself looked uncomfortable. I had managed to find a spot in the aisle which is about as good as it can get really.
The train was completely crammed and whenever it stopped at a station, no more people could get on. I locked eyes with a desperate woman who was unlucky enough to be near the door and the wild desperation I saw as more people began to cram in will stay with me until the day I die.
Suddenly a loud knocking snapped me out of my thoughts and a woman on the platform was bashing the window with her fists. Everyone turned to look and she began (very angrily) motioning that those of in the aisle should move in.
I was already pretty much spooning the gent in front of me so I have no idea what she was talking about. I think that if the train had lingered any longer on the platform i'm pretty sure she would have fully hulked out and smashed her way in with her head.