Riding The Train To Nowhere

I met friends in London last night and it occurred to me on the way home on the tube that a way of advertising my book would be to sit there, going nowhere, and read it, laughing out loud, and feigning uncontrollable mirth.

People don't talk on the tube. They secure themselves in an invisible, impenetrable bubble but occasionally interlopers who are not concerned with the unwritten rule of underground transport do break the silence and force the commuters around them to acknowledge their presence.

Often these folk are drunk or mad, or madly in love with the person next to them, but on rare occasions I have seen people laughing at a book or magazine and the sheer audacity of a person who dares to be having fun on the tube attracts the interest of those around them.

That might cause interest in The Trouble With Girls. It might also get me arrested by the fun inspectors.