Scores of young, underpaid trainee journalists have been drowsily typing up their reviews of the night tube over the last two mornings as their editors sleep in.
“It’s the frigging tube but later,” said talented and underappreciated rising star Douglas of the Rochdale Herald, “but I still had to stay up, ride the sodding thing and get back to Rochdale to hand in my copy by 0630!”
The night tube, which a certain fop haired fibber failed to get going is indeed basically the tube at night. But with fewer lines.
“Imagine being on an underground railway,” added the mistreated genius in his review, “It’s like that. Being night doesn’t really have much of an effect under the ground.”
The new service will be running at night. On the underground.
There. Around a hundred and fifty words as asked for! You probably won’t even read it before publishing. Bastards.
