There is a sea, a terrible ocean of cars, trucks and kamikaze bikers. Barely moving, barely edging forward. Soon some idiot will start the cacophony of honking, not that it changes a damn thing. The traffic lights are indifferent to our suffering.
If this is where you find yourself, let me share a secret. Listen closely now.
Yes, Ed Sheeran will save the day. I put on my earphones and play any of his songs — but in particular “Runaway” from his album X — and everything melts away. First I start humming, then nodding my head. Nod left, nod right. Shoulders sway. I might even snap my fingers, but you didn’t see that.
Once, just as I (well, Mr Sheeran) was singing the chorus line — “There’s nothing to say cos he knows I’ll just run away and be on my own” — I turned and smiled and the lady at the car next to me smiled back. She was probably wondering what I was on.
It’s soul music, lady, the sort that speaks to your soul. Put that Traffic Jam on.