I was travelling back from Victoria on the train with my eldest daughter.
It was five o’clock in the evening. She was listening to The Kooks on her Nano and I was listening on my iPhone to Lou Reed sing about Fool for Love by Sam Shepard.
We stopped at a station and a girl dressed in black with a corporate name-tag pinned to her chest, got on with her boyfriend and sat opposite us.
Smoothing her blond bob, the girl checked her reflection in the train window, took out a packet of cigarette papers and began to assemble a three paper joint, licking and then rubbing the papers on her knee.
A young Asian guy sitting across the aisle, who had been concentrating on his mobile phone, looked up and caught her eye.
He shook his head and took a packet of papers from his pocket and offered them to her.
She smiled and took them.
At the next station there was movement on and off the train. The girl and her boyfriend palled up with the Asian guy, sharing a joke, laughing.
Eldest daughter picked up a discarded fashion magazine and started leafing through it.
Lou meanwhile, carries on singing about people, Doing the things that they want to.
