Monthly Archives: August 2012

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Training

When I was younger, I went through a phase of being cripplingly incapable of talking to girls I didn’t know. It lasted for approximately twenty eight or twenty nine years. I had absolutely no trouble performing this deceptively simple behaviour for the first two or

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My Lists

List #1 – Things I Like 1. Working on the London to Edinburgh Express (Choo choo!) 2. Getting up after midday 3. Chocolate bars with peanuts in 3. Ann Hathaway’s left ear List #2 – Things I Do Not Like 1. Working on the Edinburgh

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If Man Is Five

Is this my train? Is it for.. hmm. It’s a steam job. Looks a bit glamorous to me but is probably just an everyday one. I don’t know anything about trains. The guard is giving me a grin and waving me on so I step

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Brief Encounters

I love a long train journey, me. On the rare occasions that everything’s running to time, it’s the best form of (legal) relaxation there is. I love watching the world zip by the window, deciding which places might be worth closer inspection one day and

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Steam Is Dead, Long Live Steam

No more holding hands out of the window with a tearful lover on the platform. No more leaning out to accept a last-minute red rose. No Brief Encounters. No  jumping off the train for one last heroic kiss. No hide and seek among the carriages. No buffet

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Everyday Different

Every day I wake up someone different. When I woke up this morning, I knew who I was. Knew I was an average guy. Knew my name. Had a sense of what I do for a living – something ephemeral. Knew the sort of person