The man with the cans

Most London train commuters (and I am no exception) are quite territorial when it comes to seats in train carriages.

Because of this trait I sit opposite the same man each evening. This is he.

Without fail, he boards the train carrying 6 cans of ultra strong cider.

Even before he starts to drink I notice that he has a boozer's face and glazed bloodshot eyes. His face is completely without expression.

His journey lasts about 15 minutes but in that time he drinks all six cans. At his stop he totters off the train to disapproving looks and faces of his fellow commuters.

I think he looks quite sad.

Perhaps they should be less judgemental of him because they know nothing of his life.