Londoners are subject to vast criticism, especially during peak times. They are said to be rude, unhelpful, pushy, miserable, unapproachable and any other negative adjective you can think of. They muscle their way to the front of queues and steal your rightful place on the tube. They insist on forcing themselves onto trains, leaving others to ponder how they found the space to do so in the first place. They unashamedly invade your personal space and won't budge when it's your turn to alight.
But who can blame them? When a notion as simple as 'getting to work' involves so much plight for most Londoners, their behaviour is no wonder. When having to imitate cattle crammed into a third world freight train, no wonder Londoners seem moody. When getting to work involves late trains, rammed platforms, plenty of sweat (which does not always belong to you), becoming dishevelled and being able to feel and smell someone's morning breath on your face, there really seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel.
Despite it all, Londoners never cease to amaze me. Just the other day I witnessed a scene of such kindness, that I felt my heart tighten with affection towards the people I frequently loathe. My morning Victoria Line journey was disrupted when the passenger alarm was activate in the train ahead. There was much eye rolling and tutting in my carriage as we sweltered in the stifling heat of a dark tunnel. Suddenly, a young man behind me collapsed. He had no time to fully touch the ground as fellow commuters rushed to lift him up. Before I knew it, the window was yanked down and a seat was miraculously cleared for him. A man in latex next to me had retrieved an ice cold water bottle from his bag and was offering it candidly. The young man's embarrassment was clear, yet the lady escorting him to the seat was soothingly explaining that it could have happened to anyone.
It's incidents like these that need wider acknowledgement. They seem to go unnoticed as we dwell on all the negatives, but they occur more often than we think. Camaraderie on the tube should be celebrated and I for one, no longer live in fear of being trampled in my hour of need. I'm confident that a number of Londoners would step up to the challenge.
