Stone 5
Rode the tube at rush hour this evening for the first time in ages. Having become so used to seeing off-peak faces looking at books and Kindles, I was taken aback when the commuter masks were displaced by a row of fists clenched against edges of Evening Standards.
Curiosity got the better of me.
I picked up an issue to peruse at home.
Now I know why the fists were so angry.