So I'm on a tube journey on Sunday from Walthamstow into central. This chap gets on 3 seats down with loads of luggage at Tottenham Hale, looks like he has just flown in to Stansted where the airport train connects. Anyway around Seven Sisters he pulls out this massive flaky pastry sausage roll from one of those pasty places, Cornish Pasty Company, or Pirate Pasties perhaps, lays it out on its cardboard tray on his lap, on top of a laptop bag in fact. But then he pulls out a bottle of Heinz ketchup. A big glass one, brand new, I see him removing the seal. So then he tries to pour some on his sausage roll when we stop at Finsbury Park. No luck of course. He tries shaking it gently as we pull away. Nothing happens. Now he's getting annoyed, puts the cap back on carefully, gives it good shake, tries to pour again as the train gets bumpier towards Highbury. No luck. so he's getting frustrated and shaking the bottle harder and harder. A risky tactic on a moving train. People are starting to get nervous. I exchange glances with the guy sitting opposite him when we stop. As we move off, he starts getting angry and is still furiously shaking the bottle with no result. So as we pull in to Kings Cross, he's absolutely slinging the bottle with both hands, balancing the sausage roll precariously on his knees. A couple of people look they are about to speak to him
So I'm on a tube journey on Sunday from Walthamstow into central. This chap gets on 3 seats down with loads of luggage at Tottenham Hale, looks like he has just flown in to Stansted where the airport train connects. Anyway around Seven Sisters he pulls out this massive flaky pastry sausage roll from one of those pasty places, Cornish Pasty Company, or Pirate Pasties perhaps, lays it out on its cardboard tray on his lap, on top of a laptop bag in fact. But then he pulls out a bottle of Heinz ketchup. A big glass one, brand new, I see him removing the seal. So then he tries to pour some on his sausage roll when we stop at Finsbury Park. No luck of course. He tries shaking it gently as we pull away. Nothing happens. Now he's getting annoyed, puts the cap back on carefully, gives it good shake, tries to pour again as the train gets bumpier towards Highbury. No luck. so he's getting frustrated and shaking the bottle harder and harder. A risky tactic on a moving train. People are starting to get nervous. I exchange glances with the guy sitting opposite him when we stop. As we move off, he starts getting angry and is still furiously shaking the bottle with no result. So as we pull in to Kings Cross, he's absolutely slinging the bottle with both hands, balancing the sausage roll precariously on his knees. A couple of people look they are about to speak to him