Commuters #11 & 12

She sits by the window, quietly reading. Her book is encased in a zipped denim covering, like the sort of paper-based personal organised that WH Smith sells at the start of each academic year. However, this cover has no sequins or Playboy bunny logos adorning the exterior... just a small emboidered fish. She sits by the window, quietly reading her bible.

He alights from his train at London Bridge, passing me on platform six in a blur of ruffled hair, intricate tattoos and fresh-faced good looks. Strange how a brief glance can sometimes leave a more lasting impression.

Commuter #10

Smartly dressed for work, the middle-aged woman sits on the train and is clutching her Blackberry tightly. Her fingers fly across the buttons in an urgent manner which, at first glance, makes her look far more important than those sat next to her who are quietly reading their free newspapers.

Closer inspection reveals she is using her Blackberry to play games.

Commuters #7-9

Standing at the back of the last carriage of a packed train, the couple's fingers intertwined as they held on to the back of a nearby seat. Other passengers got off at the next stop but still they stood, until a kind woman with red hair moved to let them sit together. Smiles were exchanged and everyone felt a little happier... then came the inevitable delays due to "congestion in the London Bridge area".

Commuter #6

The train stopped at a station and she was visible, through two grubby windows, in the train on the next platform. Heading out of central London on a morning service, she was lucky enough to have a handful of seats to herself and was busily applying make-up as if no one was watching. Fringe clipped back hastily, eyes wide and staring intensely into a small mirror, the woman swept a large powder brush across her face several times whilst seemingly oblivious to the packed carriage watching her. Thirty seconds later, she was gone.

Commuters #1-5

Two middle-aged businessmen, chatting about work. As we approach London Bridge station, one of the men deviates from the main conversation and starts to tell the other a joke: A Scotsman is chatting to a friend about his up-coming wedding. His friend says "I suppose you'll have to get yerself a new suit", and the man replies "naw, I'm gonnae wear ma kilt". "What's the tartan?", his mate asks. "Aw, she'll be wearing a white dress."

At London Bridge, waiting for the Charing Cross train, a woman walks onto the platform wearing a shower cap over her wet hair.

The train arrives and off it steps a young man in a suit - collar open, tie undone, hair out of an extreme styling gel advert. His chest tattoos are visible now but ready to be covered with the fastening of two shirt buttons. Getting onto the train is another young man in a suit - his tie is fastened but is only half the length it should be. School uniform rebels exist in the world of work too, it would seem.