This is the sort of thing people write
2 minute cinema shorts about, or write in to
people magazines with the caption "
It happened to me!" but there isn't anything
hugely sensual about getting on a busy
number 8 bus at
Victoria Cross, standing near the centre door, reaching for the nearest vertical support and after a few minutes finding a petite, blonde
business woman holding the same vertical support so closely that her
torso - at one point her
right breast - is rubbing obviously - to you only - against your fingers in slow, deliberate movements.
Well okay, it's maybe vaguely erotic, but it's nothing to get excited about.
And yet we see this sort of encounter all the time in.... er..... women's magazines, among others. So I'm told.
Are people so starved of, attention, intimacy or human touch that they crave such encounters?
Perhaps there is a need for society in general to get in touch with their touchy-feely side. But then maybe bus journeys won't be quite so interesting anymore.