It was time to see if, in the words of the late 90s boyband, I could find Love On The Northern Line.Day 1 I’m wearing red because I heard men are drawn to it and, frankly, I need all the help I can get.Perfect – I love the theatre, so we’ve got tons to talk about.Our chat goes so well, even though I’d planned to get off at Victoria I stay on a few more stops.In hindsight I could have offered him my number so I could attend opening night.South Kensington to Leicester Square – Piccadilly Line I pick a seat beside a tall guy in his late 30s with his i Pad out.’ in the manner of one addressing a cracked person.
I then have a brainwave and ask if his work mind him wearing stuff like that, and it turns out he’s starring in the Beach Boys musical.
He looks surprised but seems happy to talk – I mean we spin out a conversation about ties for five minutes.
I don’t really know where to go from there, plus I’m getting off in two stops.
There’s Michael, the friendly BBC guy who I fancy but forget to ask out.
Then Chris, a Canadian who humours me but is happily married.