Ok, so I I thought I mention this blog isn't about trains.
Well, at least not the over crowded, full of what seems to every person belonging to a body odor issue and a bung eye type at least. You know, those ones that are so jammed packed at peak hour your surprised they still move with the weight of all the engorgingly large business men with there suit cases and blue tooth ear pieces:
“John, look I don’t care who is in hospital, tell them the shipment is to be here by Tuesday or the deal is off… what?... John?... John, I cant hear you I’m on the damn train… yes well I’m saving $3 a day in parking fees…”Tight arse.
This entire blog isn’t about them, is just going to be me and my train of thought. Curving and bending round the track it goes, chugging up steep hills, spiraling down to the deepest of valley, crossing over bridges and I have no doubt that more then once it will get a sever de-railing.
So you’re currently sitting at my station no doubt dressed appropriately in your starched ideals, your shoes and minds thoroughly tied tight and bound, your wrists laced with the finest of inset gems of ‘knowledge’ and ‘political correctness’. Your lips are stained with articulation, powder to hide your shine and black coal that outlines the windows to what you think is hidden deep inside.
You sit there; your legs crossed shielding your desires one hand firmly clutching your bag of security the other penuriously grazing its way across your naked neck.
You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, clenching them as you then pull it out. Your foot taps away at the air to fast and uneven to fit any song as your repeatedly gnaw at your lip. Your eyes spring open as you see the train peering around the corner, you bounce up tall and try to press out the signs of imperfection on your high waisted wasted skirt and stand with the tips of your shoes grazing the yellow line. A pre-recordered voice booms from the cracking speakers above your head
“The 12- o- 2 am express is ready for departure”
Your foot acts as a springboard into the beating heart of everything and anything I can think of. Hold on tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!
