Wednesday on the Picca-chilly Line to Kings Cross.

Talk about nippy, my train was freezing today. My usual over ground was cancelled so I had to get the Underground. Were the tunnels sub zero degrees or what, brrrr!
People on the underground are hard to draw, if they aren't standing in the isles blocking my view, they are trying to stare me out. But thank goodness an important trait of the Rat Race Stalker is perseverance....

This guy was using his glasses lense as a magnifying glass to look inside his map book

                                                        

Everyone has the Cob on, onboard the 9:27 to Kings Cross....

....Oh dear Post Bank Holiday Monday blues - on the up side, it does make it a four day week.

He would rather be in Ikea on a bank holiday Monday than be on this train to work

Feeling well and truly mash up!

Ahh-herm, hands where we can see them, thanks very much

Wishing he was still at Carnival

Friday's fine filly's on board the 8:02 to Kings Cross...

....Give us a G, give us an I , give us an R, give us an L, give us P, give us an O, give us a W, give us an E, give us an R, what have we got GIRL POWER wooohooo!
If apparently it is a man's world it really would be nothing without a woman or a girl - especially for this ol' boy, talk about cat who got the cream - there was so much totty on board, his eyes were on overdrive!

That page did not turn for the whole journey.

"Why do I feel like someone is undressing me with their eyes?"

"Anyone ever told that dude it's rude to stare!"

 

"I for one love a Sugar Daddy!"

She's jotting some digits down, but not for you mate!

Folks like me on the job from 9 - 5 on the 8:02 to Kings Cross....

Looks like these guys have poured themselves a cup of ambition. Service and devotion is written all over their faces. I hope they all get that fair promotion they deserve. Well here's to working 9 - 5, what a way to earn a living!

Clever Clogs on board the 20:45 to Cambridge

Hmmm I think it was a busy day in the office for Professor Robert Winston....

"Chill Winstun!"

On board the late running 8:02 to Kings Cross, with the stiff neck Brigade

This poor lot are almost certainly going to cop for a sore neck this morning....Wakey Wakey Lads!

Cool dude, but not when he dribbles out a spit string

Oi wake up Bob Hoskins, what happened to it being "good to talk"?

Tinted specs for a comfortable 40 winks

Oi oi where's that hand going?

Desperately Seeking Susan on the 18:57 to Welwyn Garden City

Well nobody told me Susan Boyle was going to be on my train home....


She dreamed a dream in times gone by

"The Rebel's with a cause!" Onboard the 8:02 to Kings Cross

A bit more normality today as decent, defiant Rat Racers travel into their wonderful capital, reflecting on the mindless events of the past week....

Engrosed in her 'Mad Max' paperback

Gracious, polite and respectful  (and he looks like Dennis Nordon)

Now then, don't let the Elmo tshirt fool you - this guy is about 6 foot 7 inches and built like Conan the Barbarian!

HOOD RATS DON'T MESS - a seriously hard ex sas soldier ready to kick off if you provoke him!

Who's who Wednesday on the 9:02 to Kings Cross

I wasn't going to let my blunt, one inch pencil stop me from drawing, especially with such great Rat Racers this morning. With such great characters it got me thinking, who are you Rat Racers? What do you do? Where are you going?....

Retired Home Economics Teacher off to meet her friend at The Wallace Collection

Hedge Fund Accountant with a burning ambition of appearing in Mama Mia in a Broadway production

Senior Analyst at Lloyds Insurance (first stop today is a sneaky coffee with his fancy piece, hence the smart Burberry tie and everyone choking on his cologne.)

Zoo Keeper by day, Paul McCartney (in Wings) impersonator by night

The Rat Race weekend exodous on the 8:47 to East Bourne via Polegate....

Well and truly stuffed after a maccy d's cheese and egg bagel and a bite of a hash brown, two visits to the bog costing me 30p a go, I was now ready to draw....

Careless Whiskers

Keepin' it real

Was a late night for Dave Grohl

Sugar daddies on the 8:02 to Kings Cross....

Groomed to perfection

A tan that would give George Hamilton a run for his money

Forget Timex, this brother's all about the Cartier

Sand silk Blazer

Thirsty Thursday on the 9:04 to Kings Cross

I bottled it today, only managed one. If I'm honest this humidity doesn't bode too well with me.
Rat Race, don't fret, I'll be back in full stalker mode tomorrow ....

Testosterone overload on the 8:02 to Kings Cross

Scratching balls, macho swaggers, hairy chests and nose picking.....yep you got it, today it's all about the fellas!
 (just for the record I'm not generalising here, I'm merely referring to the boys on my carriage, I know you don't all guff in public and dig up your nostrils as if seraching for gold.)

Hot 'n' sticky

 Lazza (a young Larry Hagman)

Some of us Rat Racers don't get out of bed for less than $10,000....

"Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels!"

Lookin' fierce girl!

....then again, some of us do....

Oh no you di'nt!

Cob on!

Monday morning at the Hard Rock Carriage, London

My imagination was running wild with me this morning and I couldn't help thinking that the Rat Racers on my train could have been right caners, in their youth. Especially within the music scene, in a band maybe....

Tour Manager

The front man/Lead vocals

The drummer and the heart throb

and the groupie!