SARS Travel Etiquette

I feel a little guilty.

Not only did I sneeze the other morning in a fairly crowded tube carriage, I was also reading The Outsider, which wouldn’t have been reassuring for anyone with some knowledge of its particular philosophical message.

Anyway, if you were on a crowded Central Line tube train on Monday morning somewhere between Liverpool Street and Holborn, and an Oriental girl with weird short hair reading The Outsider sneezed, don’t panic. It was probably me, and the look of acute pain and discomfort on my face most of the journey would have had nothing to do with Sars, I just bloody hated the book.