Sometimes I like to get on the Central Line without a destination in mind. I ride the tube until crying babies or smelly people get to me or until I don’t feel like reading my book anymore and then I get off wherever I happen to be. Today, that happened to be St Paul’s. A crazy-crazy got on at Chancery Lane and stalked through the carriage saying loudly “Who’s been eating chips? I smell chips. Someone has been eating chips.” Being London, everyone of course, tried to look occupied by digging into bags or pretending to read. This man went around and waved his hands in faces trying to get a reaction by kneeling next to them, saying, “Hello in there. Anyone home? Are you alive?” He’s frantically waving his arms, clearing out the carriage, talking about chips. In some ways, I know what he means. But alas, hello St Paul’s.