Matches. But not just any matches. As the young man has just in time bought his packet of Swan's before he boards the train, we ride with him as the music turns to a match-sounding rhythm. On the train people are looking for matches, having failed with their lights, and we can conclude that there's a certain "reassuring air" about a Swan man. It's true, whenever I went to England as a teenager, I would buy Swan matches as soon as I arrived. You see, they're not safety matches, so I wouldn't be rustling that box to make rhythm match music if I were you. Cool people knew how to light their cigarettes with a Swan match stuck against a table. Or better still, their own thumbnail.