I do love my headphones. They’re big and ridiculous and make me look like a right poser but I don’t care. The music bubble they envelope me in is worth any snigger on the tube. Music on the move infuses even the most mundane moment with layers of meaning. Everything looks different through a veil of sound. Crowded platforms fill with pattern. Running up the escalator takes on greater purpose. A leap through sliding doors looks like a small victory in a battle against time. Who knew the Northern Line could be so fun?
Songs for a grey day: