Got to the station and as soon as I got inside the doors, I heard a man bitterly swearing under his breath. Turned out it was me. All trains were running 90 minutes late due to a derailment outside the station.
A boring cargo train had groaned off the track. Nothing exhilarating , no moment of collective excitement as you are swept up in a swirling news event which ends with grainy footage from your mobile phone's camera rolling continuously on Sky News while a air brushed robot babbles over the top of it.
A boring cargo train had groaned off the track. Nothing exhilarating , no moment of collective excitement as you are swept up in a swirling news event which ends with grainy footage from your mobile phone's camera rolling continuously on Sky News while a air brushed robot babbles over the top of it.
Nope, nothing like that, just a feeling of indignant irritation which burns fiercely in the belly huming on top of morning caffeine. I finally got on the train, only to find another nasal whoosh omitting from two seats ahead of me. Good Lord, not the squatting piss bottler again?
I waited until we got in a tunnel and used the reflection caused by the lights in the window to get a look. It wasn’t the wheezing woman again but an Asian man in his twenties. He was taking chest popping deep breaths and squeezing them out through only one of his pair of perfectly functioning nostrils.
He didn’t do this for just a few moments but for the entire 40 minute journey. Instead of asking him to stop or indeed finding out why he was doing it, everyone in the carriage chose instead to pop in earphones to whatever device they had. A typical cowardly British reaction! I chose to listen to Jurassic Five – ahh Concrete Schoolyard.
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