Parsons Green at 22.15
The station is riddled with them at this time of night. They’re everywhere, scampering around each other, squabbling over the best spots, making so much noise – vermin.
Down here on the tracks and in the sweet darkness of the tunnels it’s glorious. They’re always dropping food between the humming tracks and it’s worth darting out quickly into the spotlight to grab it – bits of sandwich, burgers and, at this time of night, loads of gherkins. Sometimes I let one spot me. “Ooh, ooh – a mouse! Look how tiny it is – it’s so sweet!” Or a scream and, “Oh God, yuk – look a mouse, where’s it gone?!!” But I don’t care. They’re the intruders – I’m cute and I know it.