scum scum scum
Approaching Peterborough train station.
A small lady with fake-blond hair drawn tightly against her head by a short pontytail mutters ‘scum scum scum’ under her breath as she rises. I can barely hear the chink of her three large, gold, hooped earings dancing together over the sound of flirting and empty high spirits from passengers further down the carriage. ’We love Leeds’
They all alight at Peterborough.
A sleeping passenger on the other side of the isle wakes, pukes half digested pringles on the seat next to him, places a newspaper over the puke then goes back to sleep. Another passenger pulls his scarf up over his nose and buries his head deeper in his book while hugging a guitar case.
November 24th, 2008
Ah, that’s the Christmas spirit…
Sx
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November 24th, 2008
ah… you can’t beat the real public transport experience. You never see this in the adverts.
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November 24th, 2008
Lucky you to witness that particular ‘tiny play about Britain’.
My experience of trains is mostly around the West Country and has been
thankfully rather less colourful.
The ‘sleeping passenger’ actually looks like my elder son who also has a
propensity for sleeping on trains and puking on public transport (planes).
He is also possibly the only other person who gets drunk on 3 cans or
less of Boddies (3.5% alcohol last I checked – cream of manchester – yum)
- other cans and bottles out of shot notwithstanding.
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November 24th, 2008
true english behaviour. observe, comment and do nothing!
Now would that happen accross the pond – I think not!
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