Just before the Bank Holiday weekend I decided to leave work early to give myself an even longer break. I wasn’t holding out much hope for my journey home as I knew mid-afternoon could be irritating on the train as they often contain people who think travelling on a dishevelled and dirty train is fun… Continue reading Billy Bunter
I got on a nice, quiet train and took a comfortable (as comfortable as is possible considering the train is a thousand years old and smells like a steaming bog) at the end of the carriage. Silly, silly me! On got a loud woman, saying “here or at the end?” No, no, please, make it ‘here’…… Continue reading Everything wrong!
I had been working late, not that late that the trains would be empty, but late enough for me to need people around me to extra behave themselves. I wasn’t expecting them to of course. And I wasn’t disappointed. Second stop along from Liverpool Street an ordinary looking man got on and sat directly opposite me. He took… Continue reading Bananas are not the only fruit