6 April 2013

They are there every day, at the end of the day, standing outside the turnstiles to the railway stations, cheerfully handing out copies of the free, afternoon paper, the mX. A fairly thankless job, especially with many workers, weary after their long work day, dismissively and gruffly walking past them, as if they were invisible. Still they get their fair number of takers, the paper’s free and what the heck, it’s something to read on the train home.