ImageIt’s currently 7.00am and I am on the train up to Manchester to go and visit my mum. It’s still dark outside, there’s a heavy mist in the air and there are just three of us that are in this carriage. The other two are having a deep and meaningful discussion about life and keep quoting motivational phrases at each other. Normally, I like these sorts of thoughts and must have thousands of inspirational messages saved onto my computer, but at this time in a morning I would rather they shut up, or at least conduct their discussion at a normal volume – Brian Blessed would be proud of their current efforts.

I’m not a morning person. In an ideal world, the very early hours of the morning are when I would be at my most productive, but I’m resigned to the fact that any sort of focus at work would be impossible if I don’t have a minimum of eight hours sleep every night.


However, the journey to the station proved to be quite an interesting one. Even at 6am there were still lots of people walking around in their clubbing outfits from the night before and some had obviously started to feel the effects of consuming their entire bodyweight in alcohol. One particular girl was stumbling around outside the station in a dress that was so short it barely covered her bottom. She had taken her enormously high shoes off and had made the intelligent decision not to bring a coat on one of the coldest nights of the year so she was shivering violently. She was alone and looked miserable, so I asked her if she was ok and was she able to get home. She looked at me with a death stare and replied:

“Yeah. F*ck off and mind your own business.”

Nice. As I started to walk away a car pulled up and I heard the girl yelling, “Where the f*ck have you been? I’m freezing my f*cking t*ts off here!”

Classy bird.

The Motivational Speakers and I have been joined by a young Asian woman, who has promptly fallen asleep in the chair opposite mine. Her expression is hilarious – her head is almost on the arm of the seat and her mouth is wide open. She isn’t dribbling yet, but it’s only a matter of time…

I’ve got an hour to go yet, so I think it’s time for some entertainment. Candy Crush, anyone?

22 thoughts on “Zzzzzz…

  1. Last Saturday I had an 8 hour train ride starting at 6.45 AM. The train was almost full and let me tell you – it was a lot of fun to people watch 🙂

  2. Your well written blog reminds me that stories kaleidoscope around us constantly and life is so rich with details. I like how writers they can pull words out of the of the seemingly mundane and transport the reader to new perspectives. Thank you.

  3. I always find public transit to be a great place to observe the human condition and maybe later write about them as you have. Kudos to your for your kindness to the young woman. Her attitude will certainly come back to bite her in her barely covered arse at some point in the future. Have a great trip!

  4. Had a recent journey on Long Distance Coach (5.5 hours – 11 hours total) and was not impressed. First time in years that I have travelled down to Adelaide by coach and it served to remind me why I travel by car. We don’t have a train service and flying is too expensive – Life in a one city state with a land area larger than that of France and the Netherlands combined.

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