Philip

Philip works in London, he loves London.

He wakes up at 6:45, kisses his wife on the cheek and hops in the shower. He dries up and puts on a suit with a shirt a tie - blue shirt, white shirt, pink shirt, grey shirt.

He eats his cereal, drinks a glass of orange juice and reads the Daily Telegraph. He tries to finish the suduko, but he can never get there before 8:15, when he walks down the street, left, right and along the alley way to the train station. He waits halfway down the platform, near the sign post and gets on the 8:28 to Waterloo. He sometimes gets a seat, sometimes not. He reads the London papers, emails some of his colleagues on his blackberry and even listens to his ipod.

He gets off at Waterloo, gets on the underground and takes the Bakerloo to Marylebone, where his office is only a three minute walk from. He walks into the office, waits for the lift and takes it to the third floor. He walks to his desk, usually at about 9:15 and begins his day as an accounts analyst.

At 11am he will have a banana. 1:30pm he will walk down to Regent's Park, call his wife and eat his ham sandwiches.

Philip gets back to Waterloo at 5:45pm, back on the train and then home. He kisses his wife as he gets in, sits down and watches the evening news. He and his wife will eat supper, talk about their day and then go to bed.

Philip takes off his tie, takes off his shirt and brushes his teeth. He returns to the bedroom, takes off his trousers, peels off his garter and stockings, takes off his thong and puts his pyjamas on. He turns out the light, kisses his wife and falls asleep.