Thinking on your feet and going for broke are normally what you expect a boxer trailing on points to do in the final rounds of a fight , if he’s to have any chance of having the referee lift his hands up at the end of the contest. Though , yours truly was not inside the squared ropes , slugging it out with anyone , but he had to adopt that strategy when he found himself on a crowded Central line tube with not a chance in a hundred of social distancing possible during the early morning rush hour, Monday July 6.
Things actually started on the westbound Liverpool Street platform shortly before 7am, when , after waiting for a couple of minutes, one did notice there was no information about when the next trains would arrive . Rather than continue being clueless, yours truly left the other commuters there and made his way back to the Central line platform to go hop on the service heading towards the city.
Though , not surprisingly, the thing was packed . But one did spot a vacant seat and went for it, not minding that , like everyone else seated and even most of those on their feet in the carriage , there couldn’t be a metre in between , much less two. In other words, there was no second guessing about going for broke and risking someone sneezing or breathing out some Covid-19 particles. But thank goodness, at Holborn station and beyond , the opportunity of keeping your distance was slightly there . Besides, no carrier was in that vicinity .
An encounter with a policeman: yours truly was given a rude awakening while heading back home in the afternoon. It happened that one had switched to the nap mode and enjoying a few minutes of refreshing the body . But around Barbican, one did feel a gentle tap on his arm and standing in front of him was a British transport policeman, saying: “put the mask on for me”