ABSTRACT
A break from studies at Easter was much needed. Getting around on the London transport system had been miserable for years, terrorist attacks had made everyone suspicious of their fellow travellers. It was not uncommon for a simple journey to take twice as long as it should, and would often result in a scenario that involved a shrill voice over the intercom, announcing that an unattended parcel had been left at the next station, the train standing still for an age in a dark airless tunnel, and people beginning to sweat and stick together in unlikely poses.
