Changing at Glamoursmith (Hammersmith) I didn't even get a seat, as I was coming in earlier than normal for a first thing in the morning meeting. Fortunately, by the time we reached Earl's Court, I finished strap hanging and collapsed into a seat behind me. The Piccadilly Line sped into Piccadilly Circus, the lurching finished and by the time I was in the lift at work taking a phone call to say my visitors had arrived, I was fine. There's nothing like a two hour early meeting and a cup of Lemon & Ginger herbal tea to clear your stomach.
While on the Piccadilly Line I kept my eyes shut so just had an aural perception of the tube and I don't know if I was dreaming or aurally hallucinating (again I seem to be living Shattered vicariaously at the moment), but at one of the stops, a station assistant shouted in a really sing song voice, "Stand Clear the Doors, Stand Clear the Doors, Stand Clear the Doors." His microphone must have broken and he was seriously unfamilar with the word "of".
Feeling like I was about to feel sick reminds me of one of the first stories that a person sent to my main site many moons ago about throwing up being catching on the "subway". I still don't think the story is true, but only read this if you have strong stomach.