Off to work 8.15 AM. (Nylon uniform.)

Everyone is allowed to have one or two petty pet hates. Trivial things, unnoticed to all but you. Things that rile you so much that they turn you to Pub Bore, re-telling your rants to disinterested friends and colleagues in futile attempts to vent your spleen.

Well, here is one of mine…

But first, a little background for those who do not live in London. An un-breachable piece of London etiquette dictates that, when entering or leaving Underground stations, you must stand on the right hand side of the escalators in order to allow those who wish to walk up/down the escalator to move by swiftly.

Here then is my gripe (which, I hope you will read knowing that much of my tongue is firmly in my cheek, and that there are perfectly good arguments against this…):

People who stand on the right of the escalator are losers.

I have tried to get over my feelings. But I feel this every time I run past the line of motionless people happy to be slowly borne, by no effort of their own, up or down the escalator on the right hand side.

I never, ever stand on the right hand side of the escalator. Even when I was so pathetically stiff from the Ballbuster race that I snapped the arm off my office chair lowering myself down into it.

Usually I sprint up the escalator as fast as I can. I do this even when I am not in a hurry. Why?

So even when I am in no rush at all I still run up the escalators. Sometimes I run up them and then deliberately saunter very slowly and casually along at the top. I do this to “make a point” to those loitering on the right hand side. Not surprisingly nobody has ever appeared to notice that this is what I am doing (for it is petty and childish)!

So, why do people standing on the right bother me?

  • It smacks of laziness. Especially when people QUEUE to get onto the right hand side of the escalator rather than walk up the left hand side.
  • People whinge about not having enough time to exercise, about how fat their arses are, about how lethargic they feel. And yet here is the perfect chance to burn some calories, suck some oxygen into your lungs and snap out of your self-induced life-coma.
  • Standing on the right is a metaphor for complacency*. Is that the best use of 20 extra seconds of your life?

I think that, like El Che or Bolivar or Madiba or Mahatma I have found my calling to revolution. Hasta la victoria, siempre! Here’s my bugle call, here’s my rallying cry:

“Stop standing on the right hand side of the escalator. Dash madly up the left, set the heart rating, feel the burn in your quads, buy yourself 20 extra seconds of life.
Catch me if you can!”

And here’s another Tube Challenge. In the stations that have lifts not escalators look out for the warning signs saying “Stairway. Do not take this staircase except in an emergency. 300 steps blah blah…”

Every day is a fricking emergency! Sprint up those steps as though your life depended on it. Race the lift, dash up the spiral staircase, pretend you are raiding a castle, try to count quickly to 300 as you sprint. Hasta la victoria!

*I am well aware that seeing everything as a metaphor for life (cold showers, 100 press ups etc.) is a potentially very annoying personality irritating trait, and one that sets me down the path of never, ever being able to chill out or relax).